Empty

Wind that cruises noiselessly
through a forest without leaves
underneath a sunless sky;

A playground swing that sways
in a whisper of a breeze 
though no one rides.

No shadows cast beneath the moon;
no ripples, yet no shine 
upon a lake of dreams.

A carousel with saddles bare; 
dusty streets adrift 
with tumbleweed.

A day
without you in it.
 
                  

july 2005