Oh God!
I know writing these words...

After our first light,
the vows began to dim...

It is a quarter 'til ten
and I am alive on the inside...

On that day you peacefully passed
from your family...

I talk as one that complains about windows,
too receptive to the day's award...

I am unlike a raindrop
heavy with lament...

Healing finds harmony where rivers echo
Enduring rain and promises too immersed...

I always sketch our memories from a morning's...
where a plethora of birds look beyond their sleepy...

These chills obfuscate my passion,
the yearning I had saved in Your sanctuary...

Our battle is a dark dance
encircling virtuoso's silhouettes...

I tore into the darkness
wiping away excess of pain...

You brought forth liquid to my heart,
melting the solid that had closed faith...