Lamentations of a Mourner

Behold, I stand before thine stone tablet
Under a tree nearing the end of life
I spell your name in the wind as I let
My lamenting tears fall and stray with strife

My soul is troubled, my heart is weary
For I desire back your joyful smile
The load of death on my back I carry
As I stray through the path for days and miles

The autumn leaves do fall into the ground
Fragile and powerless to the cold breeze
You, who's only but a name on the stone
Engraved both in grave and my memory

I beg of the heavens and Light above
Let my tears cease and my soul be at ease
Bring back what was taken from me, my love
Whom I lost to the hands of Death to cease

Is the sky mourning with me as I cry
For the sun hides her face behind the clouds
And the grass I sit on was also dry
Perhaps the skies heard my silent doubts?

O, let the heavens open up the skies
Let them sing their songs, their hymns, and praises
While I sit and hum of my requiem
Yearning for the promise of His graces

I know Your promises, I know You're just
Thus I stand still and wait for Your promise
Days or years, even if I turn to dust
I wait for you to come and give solace

 *This poem is composed of:
 - 10 syllables per line
 - 7 stanzas
 - 4 lines per stanza