Lachrymose

 When winds and waves, in mimic strife,

Clash and roar like war come to life,
You calm this troubled-headed man,
His war-torn soul protected from bloodshed.

How I wish the cold winter nights would never end,
Like stories by the hearth, with no parting bell tolled.
But to slow down time, we could only pretend,
For nights, like life and time, do not last forever.

Three thousand useless miles now keep us apart,
Yet this heart yearns for your presence,
Like a little boy by his mother’s side,
For in those two eyes, I found my home.

Eventide

Thlavul 06, 2025