A Lost Heart

I stand on the edge of a cliff,
engulfed by the ugly beauty of loss;
from the abyss below rises dark light
to blind my last legion of Hope.

Before Aurora woke from her slumber
to announce,in Heaven,another dawn;
before day blossomed and night,
as usual,took his daily leave:
she left with a heart I couldn't help but give
and added the last ingredient to my grief.

I wish for a second time could stop,
or at least pretend to slow down;
for my heart'll always do the Samba.
What's left but to let time take it's course?


HEPATICA....Josh Aukins