With You Gone

(this poems is not 100% done, i just want some help from other great poets out there, please read it and commet.)

The window of time slowly despairs,
when you are not there.
The clocks hands,
beacome useless while the hours no longer stand.
The glass of our memories is polished
with forbbiden salt teardrops of heartache
that I have wept since you left my grasp.
With you gone my heart beats dust,
but my soul seeks your lust.
A red rose lays upon white crisp linen,
a symbol of lost hope.
Relics of your image-powered movements-,
are reconciled within the bowels of my eyes.
Stars talk,
Angels walk,
when they hear the slightest sound of your name,
beating in the cold morning strain.