Is It So? Poem by Rich Harney

Is it so?


Is it so, this broken stone,
my cold heart,
will never rise again,
tremble and spur?
Your love kept
unceasingly terrible,
apart.
I have not a comfort,
or a morning or a stir
to spin my afternoons,
to tell the evening star.

The only bright in my mind
is our heart to heart
and how we were.

But you will not let me dread so,
as you chuckle from the ground,
you must have it in your mind
if there is such…
to trip me up,
my loneliness,

I know you're
reaching up for me to
let go of your tender kiss,
let go, that you can have your bliss,
and so…

The daylight will come slow,
and some hour in the eve
will mock…
some piece of music,
will shake and shock,
but gradually I suppose
the sun will yellow again,
the midnight gloom will be as
frozen in the snow,
and I'll see you
up there with a smile
mile after mile after mile.