My Heart to Bliss Awake

All semblance of the inner calm has fled

And tears unbidden flow,

I grieve the living and I grieve the dead

And nothing do I know

But loss of one who held my soul's esteem.

Alone I suffer silently

Robbed of light I do not rant or scream

Or rail against indignity

Of death, cessation of a divine bequeath,

Departure of the bright and golden dream.

I shall recall in lives to come her breath

Slowing as recedes a drying stream

Into the all-consuming sands of time,

But O, the beauty of her eyes

Blessing me with tenderness sublime

Granting a glimpse of Paradise

That ever in my heart I shall recall.

For love shall surely break

The chains of sorrow that hold me in thrall,

My heart to bliss awake.