Cross and stone

They walk under the rain looking like wraiths.
And heavy burdens of pain are laid in their backs and in their hearts.
Empty beings of flesh they seem, just as if their souls have been taken away mercilessly.
They are broken-hearted with hollowed eyes, carrying the grief inside,
and roses wither away together with their hearts, while the give in a no hope to last...
Their tears entwined with drops of rain as they run down their miserable faces, and the cold wind embraces them, freezing their skin, hardening their lamentations.
But its effort seems to be vain, for their hearts are broken, for their beloved one is not walking the lands with them.
Weeping sorrows as they trudge over the green path, adorned by the written stones of those who are no more,
Their black damped clothes were as if representing their bare hearts sank in sorrow, and there was no more consolation, the one they adore may be walking somewhere else but not with them, not any more, not in that place, in which crosses and stones proclaim their domain.
They try to follow a light of hope but they know they will walk along empty paths, as life runs out mercilessly, so at the end there will just be a carved stone and a cross.


28.06.08
RQ