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
Can't wait for my wife to get back from her four day trip to visit our daughter.
I am lost without her.