It Brings Me Sorrow...

It brings me sorrow
when you sit in dark
by that abysmal window
waiting for a wind of change
that may turn your mood
from whatever you brood.

That chair I put there
to relax my inner me,
when evening gloom darkens
my mind's rooms,
winnowing the ashes out of
windows of my burnt-up heart.

I know how it hurts
when forked tongues
are aimed at forlorn hearts.
It is grave to think
of the cherished & lost dreams,
it worries me too,
but Dear One,
it doesn't matter what we think.

One doesn't often mean
to hurt as we think,
let us take it in a sportive way
and let us this Life play.

Now close your eyes;
you can see that abyss also closes;
A soothing breeze comes in
and heals your grief-stricken soul.