Gray Cloud

Posted by Brad Osborne on October 22, 2019 · 8 Comments 

I cannot hear the vivid sunshine,

your whispers no longer wake my ears.

Nor taste the pleasure of sweet red wine,

your kiss no longer there for my tears.

 

I cannot see the paired birds fly by,

your eyes no longer there as my light.

I cannot touch a warm rock nearby,

your hands no longer holding me tight.

 

I cannot smell sweet flowers in row,

your scent no longer wafting in mind.

I cannot feel the dappled warm glow,

your heart no longer beating with mine.

 

I cannot hold this fine moment in time

your body no longer my joy found.

I cannot enjoy a world sublime,

your love no longer my rock profound.

 

Who would think, after so many years,

that the loss would still hold so much sway.

To yet bring back sentimental tears,

and bring gray cloud to great summer day.

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