For all the love he had inside.

I'd have no choice but to dwell in sorrow 
If by day had come the morrow 
A sleeping tide, where seas no more
Crashed the aching of my shore

In loves avoidance come by wing
And never sort the heart to sing
But lay in a whithered roses bed
Where a million starlight filled my head

To rest in knowing thoughts alone
With Nothing but such love to atone 
In a resistant likened pose

To be a place of peace means hope
But love as absence never sort
All the ways the tide has brought 

Values to a place I've found 
Once you've come to resting ground 
A silver tear and moon resides 
Love forever,  never died

But lives full fashion in me now
And never leave the soul or side
Though touch would cease 
The heart still longs
And in my arms where he belongs 

The night would bow and courage form
Below the tides as if reborn 
Into the light of heavens waves
In death to body so still craves

To be of courage for in love the more
And take my breaths down to the shore
In silence watch the ever glades
In lights sweet willing vibrant shades

Of loss and aching time pursued 
Nothing but such love is viewed 

To be a horizon I barely known 
But graced the landing of each step
Where all the angels lept to fall

In loves sweet daunting dreams and all
But bare the imprint of loves content
With written language of what it meant 

To be of partial days and night
Before he closed his eyes To sight 

Beginning a journey nill of breath
And leaving me so lonely in death

For I shall love and dwell in him
The weight of waters always swim
But loath the seas where he had cried 
For all the love he had inside. 

Nardine Sanderson 25/10/2020 (c) .