Bright Black Days
The running stream no longer laughs,
But mourns apace with those you left,
The whispering wind still calls your name,
And trees still note your leaving.
Though of us all you most know peace,
My selfish heart would wish you here,
For too dark shines the moonlit night,
Too bleak the brightest day.
Too far apart to touch your hand,
But close enough to think you're there –
Between us is a mirrored edge
That holds you just a breath away.
I know my sorrow can't please you,
And that you would not want my grief,
But I can't smile in black moonlight,
Nor laugh on bleak bright days.
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(OC Author - Gillian Smart)