Without you

I would write of

Walking and soaring

And talking with

The Divine in your

Glory, and yet I am

Not for I'm stuck

And your face is

Averted and this

World is gone quiet

Your voice is gone

Still.

It's a big and a

Lonely, without you in

Your musings

Through me, it is

Deathly in the

Crushed formless

Wash of a life

That exists, passes

Through, so it's

Tired and where

Who wouldn't what

Until why.

Hapless I stare at

The moon slowly reborn

As she rises behind

The Sun and his

Brilliance pouring over

Everything, everybody

And she's silent

Vanquished quiet.

This too is living

Without you

For a time.