The Silence Above

My love does not end with your leaving

For it has grown wide and no grieving

Can reach to the heights it commands,

Encompassing loss and deceiving

Spreads open its wings and embracing

Your eternal soul makes no demands.

Time has run out for bereaving

And the ego's thirst for receiving

Love in return for its love.

I fly above pain, the heart's cleaving

And rise into the silence high above.