The Anatomy of Sorrow

Dolore                                                                                                          a lamentation in verso libero

No songs overheard 

nor rustling of life

Tones of colour whirled down and away

So long are the days tinged in this grey

I do not know the face of pith 

nor poise

And in this breath 

I sigh

For seasons passed and life so lost

For wisdom and true body

For the 99 left to recover just one

Amare è la vita

But the melody echos on 

and on and on and on

Heedless hearts

No feast served

nor recompense of being

If only I knew the bright visage of grace

or salvation

So long is my day 

alone in the colours of grey

And in this breath 

I weep

For reckless masses

For reckless me

For stray sheep

The heart of clemency beats on

and on and on and on

Foolish souls

Grazia è amore

Yet I feel no rest

no comfort

no cure