This one is dedicated to my dad who has been on the other side for the last 8 years never to return ever again...
Northern star had changed its position
When the moonlight was on that vacant bed
Somewhere there was a stilly submission
An aching void infinitely spread
His arms upon the arms of his black chair
His finger tips on that sash of window
Then all faded into the lifeless air
Air left to breathe for his woeful widow
Stranded silence strangled the cold blue night
There it was like an unuttered fable
But no miracle came to pass the light
Through that half glass of water on table
Memory replaced his sacred presence
And all the tears were answered by silence
Written on the night of the 7th of January,2011
©Munia Khan 2011
Lovely imagery and a touchy write.