She Is No More.

She is no more; 

at least not where 

I am aware. 

Some other sphere maybe 

far or near to here. 

I remember her. 

Remember eyes 

and smiles. 

Words lost 

in the winds of night. 

In summer I recall 

the pond and water birds 

and kisses. 

In winter I recall moonlight 

and the first kiss 

and embrace. 

She is no more. 

No more kisses. 

No more gazing 

each to each 

face to face. 

In spring I recall 

song birds and buds 

and her and youthful laughter. 

In autumn I recall 

the dying leaves 

and lost promises 

and one and more like me 

who seek the lost 

who is no more 

or perhaps stranded 

in some far away 

sphere or shore