FORLORN LOVE

FORLORN LOVE

Come hither my forlorn love.
Lay thy head upon my breast.
I ask not why the wind cries,
or why the firefly is luminous
I ask not why this river flows
so feverishly down my chest.
Come hither my forlorn love.
Lay thy worries upon my shoulder.

I ask not why the ground
trembles,
or why the air has grown
colder.
I ask not why the skies are
gray,
or why the child must grow
older.
Come hither my forlorn love.
Lay thy broken dreams upon my
slumber.
I ask not why the flame burns,
or why fall must follow
summer.
I ask not why it snows in
winter,
or why the mountains crumble.
Come hither my forlorn love.
Lay your troubled mind upon my
knee.
I ask not when the sun will
rise,
or why the apple falls from
the tree.
I ask not why at times like
this,
you need my comfort and
empathy.

BY:  Marcy Lynn Strahan