Your absence nearly took my breath away, love
But now that you're here, we've narrowly escaped
My street glows brightly with your light from above
With your presence, everything’s reshaped

Now that you're here, what sorrow could linger?
The world blooms from the touch of your hair
I write for you but fear your finger
Tracing the words, revealing my care

Shall I write of the sun’s early rise,
Or the moon’s gentle demise?
Or the magic within your eyes,
Or their shy, enchanting guise?

Shall I speak of mountains grand,
By whose sides we carve our way?
Pretending we have a home at hand,
In the journey, scenes display

A hundred reasons to meet you still,
Tears and blood, we’ve already known
What new wounds could your presence fulfill?
Let go of this heartbreak, this heart of stone

I see through your eyes, your long-held dismay,
Some words left incomplete, some not to be told
Even sleep evades, in the grey
When I awake, no world, no scene, no hold

The city's silence and I, we’re a pair
Without you, nothing but an empty shell
Like a body without its soul's flare
When I wake, I fear no farewell.
© Yogen