Day 9 of the 2012 November PAD Challenge

When He’s Gone”

Rivers will continue their endless running
The sun will not cease from shining
The moon will still cling to the sky
Flowers and fields won’t wither and die

Ships will keep sailing on
The fog will still come every dawn
The harvest season will come ’round once more
Waves won’t stop lapping on the sea’s shores

The world will still stay the same
Though it will no longer utter his name
And me, I will go on and on
Even later, when he’s gone.