Without You

Without you the night sky
seems dull and vacant.

The scent of the lillie
pales where spring born harbingers
are absent.

Over and again I walk the
path that led to you; yet still
I weep.

In the hushed rooms where
romance grew; only bitter
recognition cloaked in longing.

The celebration of your smile
is dark and blurred by the
overwhelming drone of reason.

Curse that timing is often
a cruel master. Too short,
too long or just plain wrong.

In the stilted quiet of another
night; I sit holding firm to your
closeness.

Without you
there is no fear
of the encroaching
darkness; for I shall
seek comfort in your glow.

Without you
I hold fast to
my dreams; and weep
not tears of sorrow; but joy.