As the sun began to bleed 

At dusk and the birds

Gathered for the evening chorus,

I began to wonder if this was
A dream.

Your hands were so small,

Your eyes never got to see 

Pinks and reds of dawn, 

Let alone this sunset, or a

Full moon.

I had waited so long,

Now you are gone,

And my heart is colored

With the darkening of a

Night sky

Midnight tears come,

The ache grows with

Each passing hour,

Until the sunrise comes and 

I feel you are

With me