A Dirge To His Name

The wind mocks me and whispers his name, The birds repeat it in their song, Sensing my loneliness, they summon him, I've been without his love far too long His name is like sweet music playing On a harp from some distant hill, A love song I sing when I'm all alone... Even the restless wind becomes still The name of the man who holds my heart Through this life and eternity Is anchored to memories of the past, Yet, his name stirs such feelings in me My beloved's name, a sacred hymn That stays on my lips, day and night, Bringing me more joy than God would allow, Though blasphemous, I'll not be contrite In my loneliness, I call out his name, Waiting for his gentle reply, But when reality dawns with the day, I obey fate's command, and I cry I call his name...... he cannot answer, But I must call..... so let me be! His name, like incense rising to Heaven, Keeps me grafted to his memory