WHEN SHE’S GONE

Mixed meadows and jasmine

feathers entwined as I dined

things I would have done

now we have merely begun

Clouds not illusions

events after all

invited fairy tales

evenings at the ball

I wake the sky is grey

oh, I miss her being away

like honey suckle

clumped in a bunch

You will remember me

in a jealous body

time holds it all

Away she goes this day

her scent on the sheets

taste of chocolates

oh, so sweet

Now awake I miss her lips

subtle voice whispering in my ear

constantly reminding, oh my dear

always dream big when she's gone

this month will be so long

Now a hipster hootenanny with more

desire I am granted so great a reward

my dreams come my Lord

now I must lay down my head

night has come I must go to bed

I lay to rest with hopes and dreams

castles with golden streams

haven't even seen the show

I need her back as you know