A flighted request to heaven above
for inspiration borne of shattered love.
A prayer for broken-hearted song,
to which listeners may sing along.
The heart, in joy, requires no words;
it soars on wings of spirit birds.
Yet tears speak volumes, all their own
in memories past yet to disown.
I ask to cry with tears of time,
imbibing force into my rhyme.
The desperate tragedy of life
mars not the countenance of strife.
Aghast at sorrow’s fleeing form,
a shredded heart remains still torn.
Before long, pain will set anew
melancholic, hazy, tearful view.