The Lost Muse

My soul feels pain,
I wish to speak but none would make reply;
To cheer my lonely shade my cup I drain
My castle has crumbled under the assault of your lost
Far, far above the sky no more brightens the light off your Angelic face,
The wind will breathe through your hair no more
Nor will the sunflower follow the course of your sunny smile
I lost my Muse of inspiration,
My lines crinkle with pain
While my heart wrinkles with sadness
As climate changes,
Time I know must change
The sun and moon forsake men and depart,
But once departed we shall not live twice
As then we long for past days to return
Only our memories keep the track of your presence my Muse
Thinking of this with broken heart I yearn.