For Ian

How bitter is this wine I swallow
that curdles my blood and leaves me hollow
for such time spent in love and care
is wasted now, no more time to share.

These clouds in mind now fill with pain
as shapes they take now of your frame
of times of laughter, your smiling eyes
the absence for which my heart now cries.

The burning thought that chokes my breath
what purpose was there in this death?
So let the clouds block out the skies
and let no light shine in my eyes.

Let one thought only return again
to turn my heart, a chilled refrain
for time spent together my special friend
by far outweigh this bitter end.