~ The Empty Hour ~

The clock tolls... again.

It is the empty hour…

that void in time and space

when you are so distant from me

that I am almost suffocated

by my own emptiness.

The empty hour...

when the darkness looms heavy

like an eclipsed sun;

the air so thick

it forces the gasping

of my parched lungs.

The empty hour...

when the stillness

and the quiet

are deafening to ears

that long for the sounds

of your liquid voice.

It is the empty hour…

the time for which I pray

will pass quickly beyond me,

and roll me back around

to the warmth of sunshine

and the glisten of your eyes

as they smile upon me

and calm my unsettled heart.