In the same way I look
for that familiar comforting scent
on the wind,
or the final royal golden rays
of light on the horizon,
I'm forever grasping
at the straws of your essence.

I find it in the morning mist
with its cooling touch,
the birds carry it on their
waking melodies and
closing trills,
the brashness of the sun and
elegance of the moon
mirror your brazen sophistication.

While you may not be here now
you're equally present
in the beauty the world beholds,
immeasurable adoration of you in every moment.