by Dee Newman
Oh, where is the relief that was promised?
Time nor distance have eased me of my pain.
The longing thirst and hunger yet persist
As another season retires in vain.
The Summer awakes with a fresh new dawn;
The sun arises and descends again;
The year’s longest day has appeared and gone;
And still, the memories of you remain.
Soon the sun will celebrate your birth again.
The days will grow shorter, the nights lengthen,
The moon will wax and the moon will wane,
But my love for you will only strengthen.
For despite the distance, despair and pain,
You still live in ev’ry cell of my brain.