Is it her taking, that deprives my rest
Of sweetly nothings offered by a sleep...
To my Deans
I see you in him...
You left with no warning.
One day here and the next not...
I know you’re in heaven smiling down
I can hear your voice...
If only
I drop my days and drop my nights...
Do you remember?
Do you remember our last days...
There was a time when the sky was blue,
the air was clear and the dams were full...
Sometimes the fog of numbness lifts for a minute
And I find myself hard up against the grief...
There are mornings
when I wake up...
Tear runs down a sallow cheek
aged body lies in the bier...
In the haunting darkness of the night
wrapped in a blanket of comfort...
Its too late,
You cannot hear again...