Sharp pains of loss
Gnaw away
Weary souls wander
Sadness frays
Bloody heart seams
cloudy streams
Flashbacks threaten
evading dreams

Owls fly low
through bitter cold fields
Kings of the river flash
turquoise wings
Migrating, departing
Forever transient
But not you, my love
Your presence remains

Fixed to my heart
a bee to nectar
Delighting
at the sweetness
of pure,
unrivaled knowing
Honey, the treat
After months of strict famine
The colour of love
the sound of a light beam

Absence fills the void
A space within a space
full of promise
Yearning for the time
When all things change
Only leaves to fall
Not dreams and loves
or Curlew's call.