When Love Flies Away
Sometimes at night, in the soft twilight
when the full moon hangs low in the sky
I’ll hear your voice sing, from long ago
and listen before its tune takes flight.
As I shiver with the fading thought
of seasons missed since you have been gone
this heart of mine is still intertwined
in the essence of your pure love song.
Come to me now, through darkness of night
though pall of death has snatched you away
let me fall into your warm embrace
surround me again in light of day.
When frost of winter defers to spring
and dewdrops have shed their morning tears
I cross verdant hillsides to meet you
with flowers to mark the passing years.
As birds trill songs near your quiet grave
I’ll sing with you in heaven someday.
Written on 6/29/2022
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2022