Upon His Absense

To D.C. you go
My dear, but know
I'll miss you so much,
Miss your voice and your touch.
The look in your eyes,
The one I so prize,
I shall miss tonight
Along with your strength and your might.
Go hear the pipes play,
But be back for a new day
So we may sit backstage
And ignore the page
The rest of the cast is on...
No, we'll be gone
In a land all our own
Where no wind can moan
And the grass is green,
Shining with the sheen
Of the sun above.
This is a world built on love,
And I'll return time and time again
Although I know not when
And I know not how,
I think of it now
And I smile
A happy, cheesy smile
To think of we two
Together, me and you.
Go on to your band,
You'll miss the feel of my hand
And before the night ceases to be
You will return home to me.

~ November 5, 2008 ~