The old church bell had rung .

 It may have been the bird songs, spring had finally sprung, winter was the calling home, the old church bell had rung

He was the first time I'd experienced the claiming of the fall, now the leaves were on the grounds and naked trees were tall

In his absence I recall my longing Where the shadows crawl, but in the light of heavens touch, missed him most of all

The birds knew my silent song, and they too had retained their peace, for he of all with love, could never come to cease,

The light of heavens shined upon and amplified my hearts full flame, and all the birds returning home courted out his name,

Their first chorus I joined in, and sang a song of peace with grace, for I had held within my heart, the features of his face

As the years have turned to point upon that path of passions flair, I found within my situation, that loss and love despise, But also in the light of heavens, the bluest oceans meet the skies,

for I had found within my journey the colours truest of his eyes , And as the seasons change formation Take hold his love forever last, and dear to me my love so firmly lives on,  as it has past.