Days After

Silence spoken for by the rain— A missing space for the missing gold of sun, As the wind breaks on song, his china fall— There my eyes soak up the tears now that he's gone. A missing space for the missing gold of sun, Wordless whispers, never I hear, dead— As the wind breaks on song, his china fall, His image on my face, a welcome diversion— Wordless whispers, never I hear, dead— As the wind breaks on song, his china fall; His image on my face, a welcome diversion— Silence spoken for by the rain.