In The Mourning

in the sadness of mourning,
the sun loses it's shine. flowers
bring no joy. the land is desolate.
our eyes, waterfalls. we wander

aimlessly, no words inspire.
no desires nip at our feet.
why do we move? we sit,
melt into a tree, stare at the sky.

our hearts hang heavy, a magnet
grasping for the center of the earth.
the molten core, of a planet
that has no soul.