blakeson Poetry (3)

ALL NOTHING STAYS
IT ALWAYS GOES
THIS PEN LOOKS NOT
ON YESTER'S WOES

YOUR DISTANT STEPS
HAVE FADED LONG
YET YOUR PRESENCE
STILL LINGERS STRONG

OUR LOVING WAYS
DO BLANKET ALL
AND WHEN WE'RE GONE
LIKE NOW ENTHRALL

I DID'NT HEAR YOUR VOICE TODAY
TO ME THAT VOID'S BEYOND DISMAY
I PLAYED WITH TONES THAT WERE OF YOU
AND LISTENED LONG TILL TWILIGHT'S DUE

WHAT IS THE SOUND I CANNOT HEAR
LIKE SILENT FLOW O'ER RIVER'S WEIR
WHAT IS THE MIND THAT CAN'T PERCEIVE
NATURE'S EVOLVE IN LIFE'S CONCEIVE

YOUR ECHO LOUD IS NOW IN ME
I CLOSE MY EYES TO SILENT BE
YOUR PRESENCE GLOWS THROUGH MYSTIC HUES
AND SOFTLY CROONS FOR ME TO MUSE

I DID NOT MISS YOUR VOICE TODAY
IT NEVER DIMMED NOR WENT AWAY
I KNOW THAT VOICE IS PART OF ME
LIKE WHISTLING WIND AND ROARING SEA

I HEARD YOU SNAP
NO TEARS OR SIGHS
WITHIN YOU NOW
ACCEPTANCE LIES

YOU DON'T REFLECT
ON SMALL OR BIG
IT MATTERS NOT
TO LITTLE TWIG

WHAT PLEASURE BE
TO RIDE THE TIDE
MIX EBB AND FLOW
NOWHERE TO HIDE

WITHIN THIS SWELL
A SPIRIT SINGS
ENTWINED WITH GLEE
ON JOYOUS WINGS