Sing With You

May 12, 2009
The darkest night,
Cannot compare,
To the sorrow I feel,
For your passing.

As the moon is clear,
Your laughter I hear,
Echoing, ebbing, and flowing,
All around me.

And now, I fear,
Never again,
Will our voices be joined as one,
In song.

So I sit here and listen,
For your song once more,
And sing with you, too,
Our voices like birds on the wind.

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