Silence, my love. Hush these tears you cry,
It is not the end. Not our final goodbye.
Tis but a brief time we will part,
You will always be a whisper held in my heart.
As darkness approaches and shadows seek,
My thoughts will reach your voice will speak.
Hearts breathe, soul will reach out, a spark ignites,
Untamed beat our soul, wings in flight.
© Cynthia Clark