She was like the sun to him
his light, her warmth, their energy
even as she was overshadowed.

He is now like the moon ~
A dim reflection of her,
and of all of his fantasies.

A wolf's howl to honour his sadness;
and his sweet sorrow's silvery depth
only worth the words of one helpful friend.

Akin to some manifest silence
as there lies only her within him, his heart
stirring shy like some backward catalyst.

As an empty vase is his soul
filled with sweet sunflowers
and fed by the waters of dreams.