Through the cracked stained window of my heart

the world I loved did fall apart

When all that was in it

and all I loved

retreated from me

like a

wounded

Dove

 

So in the black night at that deathly hour

and upon climbing the silent tower

I awaken with a start

to the sound of a weeping Lark

And to the familiar feeling left inside

cannonball

shot through

rip

tide

~ G McK