Love Song

He has become dearer.

In absence which enfolds

Me and the distant voice which holds

Me he is nearer

In silence which devours

Me within sleep which overpowers

Me it is clearer

He has become sunny

In windy rain which bruises

All the sunlight that he chooses

Is my honey

In snowflakes which surround

Me sunshine ceases to astound

Me – it’s just funny.

He has become sad.

Within wanting him discover all

The things that I uncover

Can’t be had.

Within dreaming I must wonder

If the thoughts on which I ponder

Are not bad.

He has become my reasons.

Somebody said

“You’ll wish you were dead

At the changing of the seasons”

                 

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