You departed and your colourfulness has also left me be
Your memory cries a mournful shriek,
from within my lonely soul,
echoing melodies of a fable within me.
And now it sings inside me
Immortal songs of stories of wind
Stories of peril, unease and distress
Stories of the whispers of seasons
Stories of tears heard from a distant past and place,
stories of laughter in a distant time and space.