Mournful Ever

A tired heaven dying 
its clouds fall staining beautiful 
the shade sets in her garden 
winter gardens around me 
without pity… 
winter , desolation , silent of dead 
waters are flowing , a flood 
and joyful was devoured 
today heaven is your absence 
that farewell to persist 
and our recalls are clinging on me 
with an oblivion 
you went away 
for aye