A beautiful silence, this, between us,
It separates your existence from mine,
I wonder where you are,
While this song I write,
And try and rhyme,
What you say, what you do,
And if ever you think of me,
Your voice as natural as the heart’s beat,
And your touch that rings through my spirit’s essence,
Your laugh that holds what is most dear,
And you exhale the breath that hath blew my hair,
My finger adorns the ring you got,
As that scarf tries to escape my neck,
The one that on your counsel I bought,
I can feel your hands entwined in mine,
And breathe your neck, the smell of wine,
When we did hug last,
And your frame did kiss mine,
The magic you cast when you looked into my eye,
That moment I treasure and shall forever,
And trade it for not any of its kind,
I miss you too sudden, too much,
As this silence between us grows,
I wonder when next we shall meet,
Or will we ever, who knows?
But I will think of you all along,
And you will play like nature’s song,
In the haunts of my mind, body and soul,
You be the beauty in the beholder’s eye, I behold,
And for a minute, I will let go and stop,
Searching for answers I’ve been long denied,
And think of you and of you alone,
And wonder what you’ve become while you’ve grown,
And of what we had that September night,
As I give in to this battle with the tears I fight,
And love you while I can,
As I miss us till we turn one again,
And pray for you, for me, for us,
So the highest powers would know,
With time, even the love shall grow,
Or at least in my heart I think it will,
Till the sands of time bury the ache again…