Daylight Burns...

poem about loss

"It's not your fault", the darkness said
from somewhere deep inside her head,
"you cannot help the way he feels
when daylight burns what darkness steals".

Sand and waters surely flow
where wind and rivers bid them go
and thickly twining rivulets fell
in pooling shadows where he knelt.

All the softly mournful cries
put not one crack in darkening skies
to cast a single ray of hope
on burning dreams and curling smoke.

A fading memory lingers on
of smiling laughter surely gone.
He could not live and let it pass,
forget a love that could not last.

He loved her best and still the same
with his last breath he calls her name.
You cannot help the way he feels
as daylight burns what darkness steals.