A love like yours, so beautiful. I can only wish to understand. It goes on and on forever, like the waves that kiss the sand.

A warm embrace of sunshine
To help me to forget
A prayer that's so clandestine;
A want of eternal rest.

No flame of passion to warm my day or eliminate my night.
Life's once blue skies, grey, and nothing fits quite right.

A sunset over my shoulder, not yet promising a dawn.
The gravity of life no longer hugs me in.
So I close my eyes and pray again, that death is not a sin.

A single footstep in the sand.
A tear spilt on the beach.
The quietness without you, and
The absence of your speech.

The long hot days in summer,
I've never been so alone.
I'd welcome back the thunder,
If it meant that you weren't gone.

The storms we'd weather together,
The ones we helped create.
You always said it better;
We didn't argue but, 'debate'

Love's not butterflies in stomachs
But a heart held in my hand.
You left a permanent mark,
When you knelt down in the sand.

A ring slipped on my finger,
I'll be forever yours.
Eternal love will linger,
You're the ghost that I adore.

In my hands,
I hold your heart
And crown it,
        *with all my love

Your voice my church bells,
Down falls my steeple.

I listened to your voice as I drifted off to sleep
And when I closed my eyes; i pray the lord, Your soul to keep.

Because you were always strong and you are always right,
And whenever I got darker, you were always light.

But it's getting kind of cold here, in the shadow of your sun,
And when I ask to hear your voice, it seems that you fall dumb.

All tears ran dry and rivers flood, when you had to go,
But you were never really here, more of a tidal ebb and flow.

Nights like this: where raindrops fall the size of pears
Thunder rings, like a call from above;
A cry from the gods who’ve not seen our love
On the ground we watch the skies, a show of our impending fears

As the clouds begin to clutter
As the gods begin to shudder
As we lay down for one perpetual wink
As the earth begins to tumble as the seas begin to sink,
     the world begins to think

As the rivers run red with blood
And the crops once in drought, flood
As Atlas’ shoulders start to shift
And the earth itself needs lift

As the waters must soon retreat
As we learn a fault no one will repeat
As we start to see the beginnings of ends
As we change our ways, as if to make amends