Left Behind

My love for you is a decadent love One with all the time in the world

I am here, adrift in this material world

And you, by all rights Should be a chief among the angels now Your halo polished bright

Wings gleaming as they Harbor rainbows And encircle my mortal frame

Sometimes I hear their rustle in my sleep And see your smiling face And untroubled brow In the space between things

One bright spring morning For an instant, I think I see you standing there In your new won glory

Is it only my burden of desire Wishing you had not gone That has me think you would never leave me