Dusts floating in the Air

It must have been You, but the laughter is gone
there is silence in every soft light of dawn
there is no echoes of joy from the silent garden
where we danced with the creativity of our pen
  
shadows play tricks in my peripheral vision
what was once there lost in transition
the visions of stars and flowers frozen
static in my mind waiting to be born

never again will the petals be vibrant
on the blooms of our pen undefined
there is silence from your forests
where your golden dusts rest

the songs that we hummed are energy in the air  
like falling leaves of autumn floating to the ground
there is no candles on the window
no lanterns bright shining at the quay

yet still your spirit remains
though in silence only I can hear
the encouragement you once shared
while you push the wheelbarrows

and I wrote my books.


https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/90022-glass-to-glass-a-cheer-to-life/