Fondness grows in the heart
of absense, some say, murdering
eternities of enlightenment

Ones that thoughtlessly remain
in the winds of our sorrows, floating
conspicuously in the daylight
of this mourning -

Your heart, like a soldier
died
upon the battlefield of love.

Minefields of the past
lurk with thoughts and sorrows,
gloriously beneath the sands
of Utopia - all, but there
and dreaming