of Love's Lost Light

of lost Love’s light

I await the day when he returns. His memory still burns

like a candle that will not go out.

For without that

light

I am cast

in doubt

of ever being Loved again in that

same way.

His arms are around me now, so strong so

protective, my back is warm. My head can rest

upon his chest, to keep me sheltered from the storm’s harms.

The sea, the night, the stars, …the sky

are a memory I find hard to hold.

But I try….

I try to dream of You as I sleep each night

but all I seem to recall

is the days

l o n g

!! fight !!

so I must wait and dwell

…on your sweet touch and soulful smell

which I find in the rain

so I sit in the showers that pour outside

again

…..and again…..