Love is Sleeping

You looked at me;

The emptiness in your eyes was cruel to see.

You said,"I cannot cry."

"I cannot give or take or even try."

Your voice was hard and cold;

A sweet, young face turned old.

You said, "Once I loved but love is dead."

I wanted to whisper- sometimes love is sleeping.

I wrapped myself in sorrow;

I will wait for a bright new tomorrow.

When you come to me and say your love was only sleeping.

Wandering through life, too distracted to see open doors in my path;

Cold and empty landscapes held sorrow in its silence.

I come awake.

I see my love was caged and pained.

I let it out to heal the pain.

Scars form over the broken wound;

the veil lifts to feel once more.

Eventually beating in tune to life again.

I realized for all that time that my love was only sleeping.