In response to The Tempest

All I have done; I have done for thee.

I am a ghost in my own land,

Where once I was free.

Once, we were shooting stars in 

the midnight blue sky.

All that I am is tethered to thee,

How do I learn how to be free?

Spirit in my heart; lingers poignant

in memory.

Love is not lost, all that I wished for…

I wished in thee.

Shooting stars; short-lived in the night,

Have grace in your journey.

Our love gave me such delight,

I beg for calm in this torment, 

I pray for colours to enrich my mantle of mourning.

My anguish relents not in me,

A passionate heart shrouded in grey.

All that was beauty, I found in thee.