Heavens Wait

My heart is with, my love my poet Neath branches of, an old oak tree Her talent shines, within my eyes Through ocean waves, a stormy sea Morning rays awake me, from my slumber Neath the sheets, of slumbers rest Twinkling stars, as evening falls Brings her heart, into my nest Happy tears, my poets poems Neath her brow, I trace her face Black on white, ink scratches lines As memories past, falls into place My love my poet, has gone away Neath soil of red, a box her tomb Clouds of white, above the heavens Stands my poet, a sacred room My tears fall down, from my eyes Neath heavens gates, upon the earth No more words, from my poets pen As she awaits me, for a heavens birth [This I a poem I wrote, It's not about myself]