Valerie Dohren

(13 January 1947 / Southport)

She Has Gone Now


She has gone now, lost to dreaming
High above the vapoured clouds -
As a wispy phantom drifting;
Wrapped within enfolded shrouds

No more words to stir my being
Nor beguile my fretted mind -
Silent as the moon yet fading;
With my life no more to bind

She has gone now, I remaining
E'er to dwell in solitude -
So bereft of thoughts to ponder;
For my heart be now subdued

Shall I reach out, try to touch her
As she floats through ether's void -
Yet I fear I may not grasp her;
Thus my spirit be destroyed

She has gone now, I am pleading
Her return will ne'er be long -
She has gone now, I am waiting;
And in waiting, sing her song

Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 18, 2013

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