Taken


When they took you from me,
I knew not what to do.
Everywhere I looked,
I was reminded of you.

The sky for your eyes,
and the wind of your hair,
the sand for your skin,
so rough and so fair.

The ocean for your soul,
the waves demanding and strong,
and the sure currents underneath,
to guide me along.

The moon tugs the waves,
like you had tugged my heart,
without the pull of either
I don't know where to start.

Flat is the water
when the moon disappears,
gone is your soul,
and born are my fears.

Gone is the tug,
and gone are your eyes,
gone are my smiles,
replaced by my cries.

Empty is the sky,
void of all brilliant light,
empty is my heart,
no happiness in my sight.

They took you from me,
I don't know what to do.
But there'll not come a day,
where I don't search for you.