by Michael R. Ault
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
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Written on Patrol somewhere in the North Atlantic just before the birth of my second daughter
Her eyes shine in my nights.
The sound of her voice is in my ears.
I turn, but she's not here.
The sorrow fills me
with a burning emptiness of spirit.
It is a dark night of the soul.
She is not here,
to lighten my load.
The unshared burdens of day to day life
wear me down.
I know that she feels the same,
as she waits for my return.
To be with her is heaven,
and to be apart, hell.
I reach for her,
across time and distance,
within my mind seeking
the gentle touch of her thoughts,
but only emptiness is there.
The memories of the love filled nights,
and days of togetherness,
fill me with a bitter sweet feeling
of meloncoly blue.
Anticipation colors my days with hope.
Hope that the days,
of our seperation
should be as parts of a second,
and the seconds of our togetherness,
as an eternity.
She is waiting for me.
Waiting with these same thoughts,
and others of the new life we have created.
Soon we will share the joy,
of lifes new beginning,