Sadness Relearning Joy

If joy is greater than sadness,

Where has truthful eye-contact with love gone?

Why the lingering loss and absence

inflicting anfractuous papercuts

across my heart?

Will the sun ever pierce

The roiling clouds of loss?

Where hid the touch of compassion,

Always available from the paw of Lukas,

Even when his tail remained idle?

Might the roses bloom red again,

Or will they remain dormant

Like the overcast skies of tumult

Holding back growth’s energy so needed?

When might

the sound

And sight

Of tranquility

Make neutral

The acidic sadness

Of raw-grief tidal waves

Eroding life’s compassionate shoreline of peace?

To embrace an ending

For a learned beginning

Go I.