Poem – “Worthy is your Presence” – Romance – 4/8/2020

Only when I weep
Do I feel tears that truly stick
To cheeks made of the same pallidity
As the stones above your grave.

Cry more, will I?
To the open winds, that scream back the same verse
I jot down, upon paper of some pale ocean
That feels my fallen tears.

I have loved with a heart that would not part
The red sea of my clouded storm.
Above and beyond the rainbow
That only sheens when you come to scream.

Scream with me, all words made from the coals
That cover me, in my frailty.

Give me the same death, the same peace
You have used, to laugh your way away from me.