I wrote this to mirror the feeling people get when they lose a loved one(a female loved one). The feeling of loneliness and longing for the past good moments which will not be experienced again, the moments of wonder and shear joy. I hope you'll like it.
It's like winter,
When the nights are so cold.
It's like harmattan,
When there is no beauty, but just.......dryness and emptiness.
It's like a rainy day,
When the spirit is damp and the soul is awash in despair.
It's like a hailstorm,
When the soul is battered by threescore and a dozen conflicting emotions.
It's like a sunless garden........when she is gone.
There ain't no sunshine when she is away.
When she is gone.
When she is away.
A million miles away.
Many mountains and seas away.
It feels like torment, like hell, burning and raging like the blue of a flaming inferno.
It tastes like a beautiful recipe of life,
Missing an essential ingredient.
It sounds like the well struck and strung, chorded and keyed music of the universe's orchestra,
Lacking a voice as priceless and pure and perfect as her person.
It feels like a vision,
Bereft of lustre and colour, and brightness as beautiful as the sun repairing to it's home in the horizon beyond.
It's like a sunless garden........when she is gone.
There just ain't no sunshine when she is away.
When she is gone.
Gone..............
Gone..............
Gone with the wind;
Gone with the sparkle of the stars-
Floating in the silvery blue sea of the sky;
With the beauty of spring;
With the smile of the sun.
It's like a sunless garden.........when she is gone.
There ain't no sunshine when she is away.
