In this world with out my Hero
silence works its way, like a somber mist in Spring
dipped in shades of varied grey
I seek for that Summer's shine or the warmth that Autumn brings-
but all I see is winter's hounds - howling in the wind.

The memory jar is flooding, sentiments are awash,
as I pause to ponder deeply, the singularity of my loss.
Songbirds sing a madrigal on the weary trees that stand-
bravely though the shower -of blossoms as they land.

Walking in the shade of your legacy, it's a farewell I cannot seem to bid
and along those stoic cobbled paths, I hobble amid.
Yet the presence of your absence fills this gaping void inside...
For I see you walking next to me, with that knowing half smile

Potted daisy by the window sill
is in love with Mr. Sunshine - the morning brings.

Dapper and Radiant and oh! So warm!
Daisy is spellbound by his charm.

At every first blush ...
she sings her song...
that his love makes her tall , that his love keeps her strong.

But as the daylight begins to wane
Ms. Daisy feels partings strain .

With the setting dusk
the waning glow
the night is set in Indigo

Repose Ms. Daisy , don't rue for the day
For , Mr. Sunshine is but a few hours away !

That crackling conversation by the fireside
on a hopeless winters night
led me to sipping of cognac from the pools of your eyes
and there you were weaving dreamy spells
to effortlessly entrap my heart

i had no hope
you knew.

Though many moons have passed, I still see
those roses pressed between the pages of a book
reminding me of  the thorns we pricked , when we were young
it was also the time you said you would never let me go…
and you never did.

Today,  the aroma of coffee is wafting in the air
drawing me out to hear the guitar
strumming to my heart on a Valparaiso sunset
ever so slowly at each cord…

So you hold my hand
and enchant me in nostalgia once again
as those childish waves splash playfully on the shore beckoning us to come and play

and we do... we always do.