Sky had a sanguine brilliance
Sun slowly hid behind bare trees
Fields with waving greens
Wind gently ruffled my hair
As though she kissed my forehead and
said adieu in unspoken words ...
She won't be home when I get back
And there will be no morning that her voice would wake
There will be no lap to run to
when I fall or if my heart were to break ...
She's an invisible silence now.
