Poem – “The Old Man with a Beaten Heart” – Romance – 9/5/2020

Just a hand
Let loose from the palm,
Kissed to many a rain
That had fallen from eyes meant to see stars.
He watched her fade,
Staring with a wandering soul,
Wondering eyes
So rounded by rings
To a beauty that remained eternally young.

A world within himself,
Homesick,
Faltering
Beneath waves that carry canes.

He shall be
More crippled without her near,
Still holding the blue upright,
Still holding the red to stain his heart.

A kiss
For a frozen palm
Releases ink
For a eulogy written in dust,
Where candle flame is forgotten,
Where idleness is taken,
Where a sunset watches a tide froth itself
In a wind born from grieving sighs,
By a heart beaten from that single goodbye.