Another circular poem, this one with a rhythm.
I called goodbye to the empty air
Where you had been but moments past.
Last summer when love seemed so sure,
Pure as a the sky streaked white with cloud,
Loud sang the songbirds in the tree,
We laughed and loved through day and night.
Bright day dawning, swan takes flight,
Light me home, now, morning star,
Far away in the brightening sky,
I called goodbye to the empty air.