A Prayer Unanswered

Waking I find another chill encrusted day awaits me, where I shall walk alone in step of time, to the blighted rhythm of what must be and the looming shadows of what might have been.

My only solace comes of looking back upon the horizon of memories past, where the fluxing tapestry of life and chance carried you soft and safe into my arms.

Where I held you, and you held me, and for a time… no wind of change could bear us sway.

But somehow… some dreadful way how, my eyes left the beauty of yours, my arms reached out for ambitions of pointless return, and in deafened silence you slipped from me… for I held you not.

So now, I am left to search across the rolling linen waves of life and consequence.

Holding hope that fate will grant me pardon and bring you to me once again.

But I age in waiting.

I tire of hoping.

I stammer in broken steps for each night your vigil kept brings me aside my bed to utter yet again…

A prayer unanswered