Though you are gone
There still always
Will be:
An ache where once there was a glow
A pulse where once there was a beat
A sigh where once there was a kiss
A smile where once there was a laugh
My life moves on
But there always
Will be:
A spark where once there was a fire
A drop where once there was a storm
A blade where once there was a field
A grain where once there was a beach
I won’t look back
But there always
Will be:
A word where once there was a poem
A note where once there was a song
A frame where once there was a scene
A flash where once there was a muse
My life is full
But there always
Will be:
A cloud where once there was a sky
A plume where once there was a bird
A ray where once there was a sun
A beam where once there was a moon
I look ahead
But there always
Will be:
A strand where once there was a rope
A stone where once there was a bridge
A tick where once there was a time
A spot where once there was a place
My life has changed
But there always
Will be:
A hush where once there was a sound
A thought where once there was a tale
A wisp where once there was a dream
A hope where once there a love
For you are gone
And yet remain
With me.
Wayne Visser © 2006
Book
String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems
This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.
