A Prayer Unanswered

Waking I find another chill encrusted day awaits me, 

where I shall walk alone in step of time, 

to the blighted rhythm of what must be 

and the looming shadows of what might have been.

 

My only solace comes of looking back upon 

the horizon of memories past, where the fluxing tapestry 

of life and chance carried you soft and safe into my arms.

 

Where I held you, and you held me, and for a time… 

no wind of change could bear us sway.

 

But somehow… some dreadful way how, 

my eyes left the beauty of yours, 

my arms reached out for ambitions 

of pointless return, and in deafened silence 

you slipped from me… for I held you not.

 

So now, I am left to search across 

the rolling linen waves of life and consequence.

Holding hope that fate will grant me pardon

and bring you to me once again.

But I age in waiting. 

I tire of hoping.

I stammer in broken steps for each night

 your vigil kept brings me aside my bed 

to utter yet again…

a prayer unanswered.