She Waits.

I see her still in twilights shroud At visions edge she’s standing still She lives on for me, but makes no sound Her presence felt , a loving glow. She watches me with sightless eyes The look that speaks but makes no sound Where shadows spill she lingers now But when I look I cannot see, just feel. She should be here if fate were kind My partner in the quite times I miss the things she needed that I gave. That giving soul that has now passed. She waits, I know she does. The bond that held will always be She was my friend, my love, my charge. Now my pain, my loss, my memory’s dear.