I Wonder

I often wonder, when Death seals my eyes, Who will read my poems, who will analyze Every word and thought that dripped from my pen As angels wept and sighed a deep Amen Many eyes will see just meaningless words That flounder in their minds like wounded birds; But dare I hope for but one astute heart Able to translate my crude form of art! While reading my words, he'll breathe a deep sigh, Sensing each torment as it marches by: Loneliness, with many a sleepless night, Hopeless tears chiding the moon's waning light, Prayers intended to shake Heaven's rafters But never yielding "happy ever afters, " Carefully planned dreams, all destined to fail Like ill-fated plots in a fairy tale In these rhyming words so carefully wrought He'll unveil the love I so vainly sought; Then down his sorrowful face tears will flow, Having realized the depths of my woe And if his tears were to dampen the soil Where I lie, unencumbered by life's toil, Will I know he was aware of my plight, And find repose in my eternal night?