Where for art thou wounded heart
Dost thou wish for thee to part?
If wind, like rain, shall fall on thee
Then smile I will, for we now see
If this departure serves thou well
Then leave I must, the place we dwell
What dost thou see when closing eyes?
A distant meadow with flowing skies?
If love like ours can not prevail
What will the future then entail?
The wise will fall upon each breath
Of nearing love or sudden death
For torturous winds and bitter days
Shall fail to rouse thee from this haze
If thunder shakes the peace we sought
I’ll waste not but a single thought
For I shall greet the nearing hour
With all the hope it will devour
And there behold the truth of life
In all its glory, in all its strife
Zoe Elsworth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haze-of-life/
