Farrago

My abundant words
arranged, rearranged
and arranged again

lack dimension, scope
as I hope to cope
with nothing.

I feel the lack of you
you, who knew
of mornings
and frightful nights

you, who held my hand
in the misty dark
when the sky cried
and sirens echoed in the hills

you, who were immortal
an essence beyond time
rhyme to my reason
a forever, ever happy.

And now silence
an unrelenting quiet
your voice is gone

as my words fail
to shape even a moment of you.
Please forgive my noise           my silence.