To write once more
of those I loved
Would be a maddening task.
For they are gone, and I am here
Still writing to the last.
Their love was true as was mine
Both heavenly and quite divine,
But they are gone, and I am here
In stillness, to opine.
To those I love,
I wish you well,
Wherever you may be
A candle in my window bright,
Still calls you back to me.
I’ll dry my tears and write my words
‘Til you return to me.
Oh love, why must you be so cruel,
To steal my loves away,
To take from me unendingly
My loves of day to day.
I will survive, and I will write
Of love so very deep
And I will hide these mournful words,
Within the castle keep.
Dick Bishop