I waited for her in the dark
When I could have turned on a light
I denied more than one morning
I preferred her company of the night 

The feeling of her touch
It brought a wave of euphoria 
And the sight of her smile
It reminded me of the marigolds 

Her voice brought the winds upon me
Winter came and brought sweet joy
The valleys were warm with blankets of ice
And caressed with flakes of snow

There is one sound that bothers me now
A noise she spoke once before

Silence

The world stops...

The seasons die....

Her voice is no longer here
And the snow has left us
All that is seen is her eyes 
They tell me that I cannot hear her
And that I cannot speak to her

She was my night 
She was my day
She was my light
She was my clay
She was my fuse
She is still 
My muse