My Ideas On The Matter


Crisp tones are soft whispers

She speaks to others directly to me

Loves voice carries to my ears

When Only I could even see


I am blinded with my eternity

Sadness that she is free

She wants loneliness together

But together how can it be


When a fullness surrounds her

My silent darkness gleams

Then like a candle light flickers

Light falls, she leaves


But I think

It would be OK

If for a change

She would only stay.