Loss

by Winifred M Letts

In losing you I lost my sun and moon 
And all the stars that blessed my lonely night. 
I lost the hope of Spring, the joy of June, 
The Autumn's peace, the Winter's firelight. 
I lost the zest of living, the sweet sense 
Expectant of your step, your smile, your kiss; 
I lost all hope and fear and keen suspense 
For this cold calm, sans agony, sans bliss. 
I lost the rainbow's gold, the silver key 
That gave me freedom of my town of dreams; 
I lost the path that leads to Fairie 
By beechen glades and heron-haunted streams. 
I lost the master word, dear love, the clue 
That threads the maze of life when I lost you.