This morning dawned before the yesterdays had gone.
As you lie somewhere in your somewhere cots.
The torturous wind tears holes into my grieving chest.
A weight of fire an aspen forest could not burn.
Beyond ten thousand terraces I breathe your milk-warm breath,
Across a dozen miles I hear it, smell it, bathe within its glow.
A single breeze of you is more this man can drink.
The very thought of you cremates this starving tinder heart.
Wave after burning wave, the pain pours out over bleeding shores.
Whisper upon whisper fails put out this loving pyre.
How can such gentle love send torrents through my smarting eyes,
Have our Gods written we should always be apart.
I taste that you are there but it is nothing like the touch,
I cannot take one sip of this without I buy the vine.
I am alone without the grave to comfort me,
Your lives and mine continue far apart.
Tomorrow so interminably far from sight,
Next day of learning love in pain,
Carved out of stone by ever crying eyes.
What chance have I to ever heal or think of you in smiles,
No miracles to give us that already gone with time.
My love will not be silent in your wake,
For I will love for all of us until you can.
One day I must accept that you will grow away from view,
To then appear before your Father's loving gaze,
To love in hugless adult form.
