The sky in my dreams,
No longer the same endless blue,
Since you slipped from my life.

My spring garden,
Once a riot of color,
Now a garden of muted hues.

The scent of morning mist,
Not as crisp as it is when
Your breath whispers near.

Where can I find now
The rainbow that danced after the rain?
Where can I breathe in
The air that still carries your caress?

Where do I now tread
Days bathed in the heartfelt light of before?

Where can I rest
This heart heavy with...