It was a new mourning,
like yesterday, like tomorrow,
my eyes filled with so many shades of gray,
the pain and sorrow makes it hard
to tell my tears and the rain apart,
for they are born of one another
like darkness and the heart.
I know despair, his dark countenance
lies not in the shadows but the light,
his soul is merely a dream,
a silhouette shaped by the black starry night.
I know he is trying to fathom the depths of my soul
with piercing blue eyes,
seeing only 3/5 of who he thinks I am,
that is the nature of his crime.
I yell out, but no one responds to my cries
that fight to rise above the roar
of the thunder and lightning,
wave after wave striking 'til I'm paralyzed.
Mercifully, the tempest passes quickly to my surprise,
my mind at ease though I could not open my eyes,
with my release I let out a sigh,
I know the warmth of love, my soul will never die!