Silence is trailing through the dark where <br />I wake empty looking back. <br />my love is gone, hunting the sacred grounds. <br />The bone he left is brittle failing sadly <br />no other thing except the memory of ailing health <br />The days are barren for my love is gone. <br />Hunting the sacred grounds<br /><br />Eleonora Woods<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunting-15/
