ADIEU

Open the door and tell me true,
What is heavens clouded view?
Does it see all and resonate
Or is our life a fact of fate?

I wish to see outside these walls,
To hear through open window calls
That beckon to a spirit’s life,
What say, my late and dreaming wife?

Do you know that since you’ve gone?
I care no more for right or wrong
And shun the health of company
For hollow is my shell you see.

Do you too miss a fond embrace?
Or so detest that empty space
That was yours to fill each night
And which I check at each first light?

Each warm breeze upon my check
Feels like your touch, I daily seek
To put my weary soul at rest
Now only half of what was best.

The richness of the flowers bloom
    Has gone the way of gray
And birds, once joy to both of us,
    No longer seem so gay.

The winter’s winds seek vengeance now
    In scenes of bleak dismay
And all the laughter of my heart
    now hides in shadows way.

One breezy day as Iris wave
    in the spring of the year,
My spirit free, shall pass along
    Through that door my dear.
There I shall find that part of me
    Possessed by only you,
Then we two shall bloom again.
    Till then…my love… adieu.

~Robert E Browne~

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