With Me
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
