Of restlessness, of woes,
I indite;
Imprisoned by the clouds,
This blind moon only hopes,
The stars will light up the night.
Of tears seen and unseen,
I indite,
My cerebral sense fails to remember---
Which pain was more---
Your absence or your suffering.
The river dries up;
The lake watches him.
She can only hope that he will recover again.
Of memories past and future,
I indite;
I see you and me walking on those green paths,
I laugh at my playful pranks,
I try to grasp your hand while I cross the road,
I strain my eyes to look for you near Blue Earth.
Memory and reality leave me dumbfounded;
I will meet you once again;
Happy times are waiting!!
Of pain and anxiety,
I indite;
Trusting Psyche's healing powers,
I try to be strong;
Yet the night was sleepless;
Day and night merge;
I want to break through;
I want to be with a recovered you !!
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