Ramifications

Lack of devotion, like a midnight sky without its stars.
Words and lack there of developing scars.
Like the sun's rays extending beyond the dawn,
I reach out to you, but you are gone.
My fountain of patience is experiencing a drought.
I'm sorry my beloved, but your time has ran out.
Now, you return my sun's rays,
But I will not stay.
Now, your sparkles of light reappears in the night,
But I will not stay.
Experience my drought, experience my lack of devotion.
When all I ever asked of you was to set your own words in motion.