Again On His Absense

My heart has gone away,
Far away with him.
A pink dawn begins a new day,
And a red sun lights the sky,
And I lay awake
And think I,
How fares my love?
Does he stay well?
"Car-oo, car-oo," cries a white dove,
And as I glance out my window
(In search of the bird)
I can see the glimmer of snow.
It brushes the sky,
Like a fine, powdery mist
All over - down low and up high.
I think of the fights
In the cold, fresh snow,
And of many cool nights
Made warm because he is near,
Because he gathers me in his arms
And calls me "my dear."
I think of times yet to come
When the pounding of our hearts
Will muffle the world's hum.
I think of these things,
And I smile a bit.
For the song that he sings
In his own whispered words
Is sweeter to me
Than the song of a whole flock of birds.
The words he writes
Bring tears to my eyes
And dreams in the night
Of my darling, my sweet,
Whom God ordained
I should happen to meet.
Fly home, my sweet love,
Fly to me,
Like an angel above.
Hold me near,
My sweet boy,
And whisper things dear.
For I miss your touch,
My heart!
I miss you so much....

~ November 29, 2008 ~