The World Without You
 

What you left
is the colors of sunset
a shadow of memory in the clouds
But I
don’t want to leave my longing at the edge of the sky

When the colors grow more and more intense
those vivids flood the room
I see
the penetrating power of longing
and
the obsession beyond distance

If
the past is the vibration of memories
echoing every “before” into sound
spreading through an endless world
Therefrom
streets, landscapes, flowers, people
blur their boundaries
Everything
will melt
in your warm light

Silent whispers
disturb the peaceful night
Then
you appear in my dreams–longs and shorts
even if no longer asleep
I don't want to wake up
because that means returning to the world without you