The Colours Of Sorrow

Mists rise in the valley, 

From dove to steel, 

Washed here in blue, 

Tinted there in mauve, 

Rain falling deadens gold 

And scarlet…To ochre and rust, 

Leaves on the ground, 

Muting life’s symphonies 

Behind a curtain of silver, 

Behind a shroud 

That holds too many shadows, 

Too many spectres, 

Too many shades. 

Heartaches, helplessness, 

Regret flowing to the river, 

Salt tears return to the sea. 

Forgive the storms, cruel with their pain, 

Their longings for all that will not be. 

If I could give you years, 

Reach across the living deserts, 

Hold you deeply within me, 

Soothe your soul with a kiss 

Or a look 

Or a word, 

Can you doubt I would?