A Prayer on Heavy Wind

Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@karsten_wuerth?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Karsten W&#252;rth (&#10145;&#65039; @karsten.wuerth)</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>I wish you love the way I say a prayer,with hopeful words to wistful God above.I loose my grief unto the higher air,and hope the words are fitting, as the glovesyou used to wear. Yes, I recall those daysand perfectly. You channeled Hollywoodin years gone by. You and your classy ways,I wonder if I ever understoodthat you were hurting so. I loved your eyes,they echo with the music on your lips.In my own grief I learned: t&#8217;was your disguise,a mask you clinged to, fearing if it slips.<br/><br/>I loved imperfectly. My love, amiss,would not have brought you joy or lasting bliss. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>