Now it all comes back:

in pursuit of you from the basis of this armistice, when in the swelter of this afternoon
I wish you realer than anything imagined,
                 in confidence   that I may   arrive at a   hunted  answer.

But the question, when hurled, broke into the wet back of mound’s infinite silence,
   like a dog with its paw leaving dog-signatures on the bedspread,

at twilight, flowers shift from grace to melancholy, rail of stars in sight now,

I amongst the darkness, waiting – wishing you again underneath the dome
   of this immense night,

prying amongst stones their language of truthfulness: Have I not loved enough?

Beautiful night.
Heart full of love.
My mind so quiet.
Put your trust in me.
Hear my voice so gently.
Feel the breeze
caressing your face.
Embrace shining stars
in black space.
Say kind words before
you go to sleep.
Close your eyes.
In dreams we will see.
Each other so happy
and carefree.

I love you.
I miss you.
My heart is bleeding.
Empty feeling inside.
Tears behind
a smile collide.
Dark clouds are
blinding my sight.
Ice cold wind
touches my skin.
The pain I feel within.
Still floating.
Silently hoping.
A voice across
the ocean.

A poem for the ones hurt
Though euphonic it may sound
You'll feel sad and inert
A feeling not so newfound
Where the words weigh you down
With the greatest intensity
Like it means to make you drown
In the bittersweet misery