knowing you're still out there

 

across the distance of this
evening
the quiet sings of memory
and dead roses

dry petals fall from my
heart
each baring your name
written in some sacred
tongue that I dare not
speak or risk the wrath
of God

your are gone and I am
a child without an
imagination

but like the ancient rocks
that guard the shores
of great oceans

you are still out there

out there like summer rain
that will never
fall on me
again