My angel has flown away.
I am adrift, she is gone.
Bound beyond my seeing,
No sunlight there has shone.
The flower of the flock,
still growing higher.
The object of yearning,
and my heart’s desire.
My spirit broken by the fall,
so beaten and mangled.
Heartstrings in a knotted mass,
left twisted, tied and tangled.
So empty, so lonely,
now broken and torn.
Your absence consumes me,
I whisper, I mourn.
Christopher Meredith