Absentia

The air is calm, I feel no breeze, to stir the trees, now bared of leaves. There is no sun, the clouds are grey, I know not joy; you've gone away. Silence hangs heavy, lacking sounds, no sign the world with life abounds. The birds are hushed, the river stilled; my Soul with deepest sadness filled. Calling your name, no one replies; seeking an answer - grief denies! There's no respite, time wastes away: for Love that's lost: the price to pay? The empty chair, how to explain the table laid, that waits in vain? No answers found: no reasons why it was thought timely you should die? When memories of shared loving years flood in, I cannot stem my bitter tears: cruel Fate having tom my life apart, leaves me with a grieving, broken heart. But though I mourn you one known so well, still your Spirit lives, that once did dwell therein, and will guide me through each day. Stronger in absentia, Love finds a way! Rhymer November 28th, 2016