Moonlight seeps through window
Illuminating sleepless form
Mental images play continually
Leaving him hopeless, forlorn
Silent tremors slice through his being
Thoughts scramble, searching for meaning
Tender heart, blameless & pure
Questions why hardship must be endured
She once was his, belongs no more
Ravaged heart seeks to settle the score
What went wrong, he cannot say
Agonizing pain he buries away
Drifting slowly to troubled sleep
Restlessly tossing, yearning for peace
Sweet serenity now beyond reach
Tomorrow, tomorrow its comfort he’ll seek
You have an amazing, wonderful God Given talent…thanks again for sharing it! 😉
Thank you, Leslie! The talent is definitely a gift from God, and I love operating in it.