The light grows dim
to fade away
as coldness takes 
its grip. 
No roses spring 
from sterile soil
as again
a soul doth slip
Into the dark
of loneliness
to hide
a broken heart.
To greet again
no morning sun 
or view God's
works of art
A canvas of
an empty soul
no brush
or colored paint
For dreams
have vanished
without time
to plea or voice complaint
No spark or ember,
love has died
to return this way
no more
Until this soul 
has left earth's crust
and walks a different
shore.