Copper

In dreams,
l find me marching,
down those roads,
those roads of lone,
silent in the black,
not a soul in sight,
with the wind, whistling,
humming to me a lullaby,
sweet like your speech,
like a divine melody,
loving me as it blows.
since you are gone,
you taught me mercy,
you showed me truth,
I walked the path of life,
your thoughts, my torch,
show my way,
now I keep it burning,
deep in my heart,
burning me from within,
in absence of your smile,
in absence of your voice,
23 miles of copper along side,
await to carry your voice,
they too miss,are dying like me
devoid of your presence,
nothing but static,
all along, from your end to mine.