More a song than a poem...

It’s time to enter the cave of the heart:
Where have you gone, my sun?
This season we move into deep, into dark;
Where have you gone, my sun?

The clouds have devoured the light, the day;
The trees are dripping their cold cold tears,
The fires of passion are embers now.
Where have you gone, my sun?

The shadows slide over snow-tipped hills:
Where have you gone, my sun?
The fir and the cedar boughs shiver with chill.
Where have you gone, my sun?



The color has gone from the rose and the fruit,
The song of the dove has faded away;
The scent of the lilac’s a dim memory.
Where have you gone, my sun?

Where have you gone, my sun, my sun --
Where have you gone, my sun?
I’m standing alone in the cave of my heart
Where have you gone, my sun?




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