To Bear the Burden

To bear the burden of life's continuance,
When tears make up my evenings
And sorrow the days beginnings,
Is an act of will: joyless persistence

I'll not forget the former days of mirth
For which my vessel aches with loss
And my torn sails, which flutter an' toss,
Do whip with sounds of motionless dearth

And you, my love, with auburn eyes
Darker than the furrowed forest
Once bright and gloried with loving list,
Now haunt my nights with Love's good byes.

-- Jonathan N., Adult