Hollow Night

Instincts lifted her through dark,
scent of his musk lingered sweet,
path lukewarm, with his presence,
a distant drum of his heartbeat

Branches reached out to direct,
into a clearing, she carried fears,
his sobs orchestrated in the wind,
where he knelt, in river of tears

She could not reason nor rhyme,
why he’d leave the bed they shared,
soft glow of her lantern exposed,
script that the tombstone declared

My Beloved Angel Abigail
May 05 1961 -  Oct 31 1998
she collapsed, wings sheltered him,
his phantom of love, in the night