Her sands have run; her thread has reached its end.
The woman whom I singled out to stride
With me through time, together at my side,
Is wife no more, nor life, nor soul, nor friend.
I joyed with her in every hour through years
Of wedded bliss; there was no cause to part.
Now I can’t fill the void within my heart;
My soul must seek a way through all its tears.
She was my earth, my moon, my star, my sun;
I’ve lost my ground, my tide, my guide, my light;
The future seems no day but only night.
Her thread has reached its end; her sands have run.
(Cross-posted at Beautiful Wisdom.)