Years ago the verse died
and now I know why.
Sleep that beautiful realm
comes less easily.
Theres little want to dine
and calm has vanished.

The anticipation
the fears here again
and the inspiration.
For all that may be
and quite well maybe not
for this I'm grateful.

When first we met I thought
like me she will not.
Friends maybe, maybe not
later an embrace.
Long past feelings awaken
dare I risk once more.

For Those who have lost love
losing can be hard.
But to have given up
and not hear its call.
Or refuse to listen
the worst loss of all.