Until... Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

When I am gone
no space to fill,
no sound to make
no time to kill,
no tears that stain a cheek so soft,
nor fly with larks high up aloft.
An empty room
is empty still..
When I am gone

When I am gone
The stars and sun
continue in their princely realm.
As winter chills dissolve to spring
and flowering buds are opening,
each seasons charm will leave its mark
as nests are built, and still, the lark
soars high above and sings of love..
When I am gone...

When I am gone
the song we sang
will silent stay,
tho' toll bells rang
a mournful beat of pulsing heart -
now still,
remains forever yours
and will.....
until, until,
and still,
until......