Alone

I lie sadly beneath the autumn trees
and wait for your return.
My fingers stroke
the smoothness of the grass.
I stare blindly
into the velvet night sky,
waiting for you to once again
embrace me with your mighty arms,
warm me with your kindly face,
and strengthen me with your powerful voice,
but the night grows cold
and the moon rises high.
I am engulfed in its pale, gentle rays.
Where have you gone?
When will you return?
When will you come
to take away this grief,
to take away this suffering?
I lie sadly beneath the autumn trees,
forever awaiting your return.