without your being

Without your being, my life
had turned colorless stale
no fragrance in breaths
and no sight to entice days

I woke up early under stars
to catch up dawn's colors
in this lively fragrant spring
amid bloom in gardens

I waited for dawns colors
and with them fragrances
to rise up from the flowers
only to be disappointed

Dawn did not have colors
like I see them in your being
neither the spring was fragrant
even close to your perfume

How else now do I cover
this vacuum you have left
me living a dull life here in
without your colors, perfume

The only color I have is
in midst of my dreams
that are filled with you
but they too are fading

How else do I put color to
these moments that pass
how do I breathe fragrance
in each of my breath now