Sometimes Grief

Somtimes there is grief

Tender as a peach

Hours peal by

Not ever without a cry

Many lingering weeps

till eyes are sore and dry

Burning so, Oh My!

Thoughts dark and strong

Till the enter of dawn

To glow on the misty vail

Ah such mighty tales

we keep close to heart

and alive in mind

Seeming solid as stone

Though can be crushed 

brittle as bone

and blown

off their thrown