This Quiet Place Poem by Bob Oldfield

Sullen silence shrouds the darkened skies
And wraps its arms around the hills
And sweeps across the streams and trees
That mark this quiet place

Moody clouds rain memories of days
When he and she together walked
And talked and laughed and shared their love
And pledged their future here

Now, deep in solitude, he pines for her
Embrace, which once had warmed his soul
And longs again to feel familiar breath
Beside him when he sleeps

Here on these hills he finds his voice
And from his soul cries deep and long
And opens up his heart to fly
To where she may be found

Then whispers of her voice sometimes are heard
Through mists of dawn which swirl and form
Themselves into her shape
And cause his aching heart
To weep