My friend, I've loss

I am more and more enjoying Langston Hughes.  This poem touched a nerve about a recent loss in my life.

To a Dead Friend
by Langston Hughes
[first published in the May 1922 issue of Crisis]


The moon still sends its mellow light
Through the purple blackness of the night;
The morning star is palely bright
        Before the dawn.

The sun still shines just as before;
The rose still grows beside my door,
       But you have gone.

The sky is blue and the robin sings;
The butterflies dance on rainbow wings
       Though I am sad.

In all the earth no joy can be;
Happiness comes no more to me,
       For you are dead.

My friend, I've loss

Spark in the cool night

Your tones shined golden and brown--

I still need telling