Who can say what wonders may come today?
Who can tell what sorrows may penetrate
The guarded borders of my very mind?
Who knows what will happen in untold time?
What can be said of Future’s Fickle ways?
What will be read when this Message goes astray?
Only the Fates may know what can be told
Until such a time comes, I must be bold
Losing my Love was akin to a song
A haunting Melody, piercing my soul
Will time mend the chasm yawning ‘cross my heart?
The answer comes, in time. Till then I hurt
It cannot be known, what morrow days hold
Be they weeks filled with torment, or simply
Months so stale they grow hills of moss and mold
I cannot know, so why then do I Rant?
My thoughts do stray to images of Pain
My words seem clogged with cold and Stifling Rain
Best that I should thing of Happier things
But I’m filled with the longing Loneliness
That Loss of Love Brings.