by abbya

The man she loved waited on love.
She waited on the moon and sunshine.
She waltzed on the ice floor and door.

Then came the rain with flood
Running down reefs and cliffs
Some hearts went over with him
The man vanished, the flood to moor.

Time questioned and closed.
Love oft reasons and flows where it lists.
The house stands yet awaiting their return.
Like a child unmindful of life’s hidden store.  

There are faces and hearts in the misty way. 
The owl’s muted call jolts and summons.
Many are unmindful of song and sorrow
Not even the rain, reason and their raw.  

When time kills when does it heal?
Rainmakers disband and abandon their briefs.
And how innocent is love and its testament.
A shadow paints the fallen walls, clears the blur. 

Maybe to atone love and its unreason. 
May be to pass night and day’s gore. 

Atonement by abbya

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