Suffused with Love

As mist lifts

figures of speech glow,

drawing attention

to a mind in turmoil,

and making it obvious

the meaning behind.

Observer asks,

halcyon a charade?

King a drama?

A part of him

already dead;

he has no strength

to stage a drama

or a charade;

halcyon, king

any name you give him,

he waits, with hope

for the return of

his crested soulmate,

in whose eyes

he finds his world;

and whose absence

has made him pensive,

has made him feel

a deep sense of loss,

and deeper sense of sorrow.

But, he's there

with hope intact,

his heart suffused

with nothing but love.