The One Who is No More

Through nights like this
I think of her,
the one who was once mine;
but is no more.
With eyes full of tears,
falling like morning dew to the pasture;
memories of her still soaring around my head,
I still sing ‘‘God you can change the game”.
My soul is not at peace, for it has lost her,
the one who is no more.
I, who knew her,
never got to see her descend,
never got to see her travel the road she scarcely knew.
All will be gone, but you will live on.

Through pillow stained tears I find contentment knowing her soul is at affluence.
Its nights like these,
I hunt for a sign of her someplace in the distant cosmos;
its nights like these that I lay with hope that one day we will be united by the waters of time;
its nights like these that are immense, more immense now that you are no more.