sorrow – Grandfather Poplar

This is a particularly sad poem. As I mourn the passing of my nephew, these days find me steeped in sorrow that needs expression. Sometimes writing or creating art allows sadness to dissipate and helps us transmute what otherwise might overwhelm the psyche.

Let us remember love’s refrain
Echoing time and time again
Walk with me in the pouring rain
Until we wash away all the pain
Let go the dreams that have been slain
Cleansing the tears and bloody stains
Suture the sorrow’s open veins
Releasing aches that yet remain
Both the sublime and the profane
Walk in the sunlight free of chains