Missing her

I miss her like the still ethereal night sky light 
    that swallows my eyes,
A glimmer and delicate  lamp 
    cradling  my emotions through everlasting cries,
A remembrance of our passion and adoration 
    condensed into intricate satchels grouped into a saturated fog,
Each memory satchel embracing an filament of Ineffable glee
    and the fog surrounding  a deep rooted oak tree,
Saturated drops of memories stream down my face
      leaving pathways of bittersweet accounts resonating without place, 
A drop touched my lips
      having me once again taste her succulent smile
      the one she shyly gave me the first time she felt my hand a long while,
A drop in my eyes 
    visualized the vibrant spectrum of colors interweaving
    like a colorful spiral of a rainbows twisted together 
    immaculately to a splendid long summer dress
    at our favorite restaurant and table she wore it with finesse,
A drop touched my ear 
    hearing her cachinnate playfully and I belong
    with her charming lilt tracing my being 
    with brushes fabricated from her song,
The wood on the tree being redolent of the old mountain cabin
    her favorite collection of slices of childhood mountain life
    a place she heard the coming snowfall
    the sound of the chilling breeze
    whistling through the pine threes
    bringing with it an awakening of purity
The fog began to lift, the light still cradling her spirit, 
my eyes could feel her heart as my mind placed a visit,
I could still feel her as she and I are one the same