The sound of the wind is empty,
When you are gone,
And I cannot hear the joy,
I know exist in the sparrows song,

The sky of blue is hidden,
It's beauty I cannot see,
The earth is dark and barren,
The trees they bare no leaves,

The stars that should shine at night,
They have lost their flame,
The moon has disappeared ,
And the sun has done the same,

The words in the book I read,
They have no ryme or reason,
All in the world is odd and strange,
It is to me an unknown season,

I can feel the wind so haunting,
It is freezing upon my skin,
And the sun it cannot warm me,
Till my love returns again.

RLB

When first I saw you,
In some dimly lit room,
The sun flared beyond
One fabled day, a date,
Yet to come as a child's
Ready made up dreams,
Too thrusted, open eyes,
Youth held, simples seen,
Things, pale and ordinary
Before, sought, such new
Languages of wrote night,
My eyes teared within first
Sight and those gold rains
That after fell, ever taught,
Birthing us by, baptismals
Unadultering, we in lambs
Soft threads, purely white,
Wish sun, washed worlds,
Ran singings to ourselves,
Unto new light and moon,
Graced, with simple stars,
Above, bestowing us love.