More empty words

A mind set in stone
            or cast in bronze
a monument
            to living breath
a form first caught
            in a sketch
in pencil
            or pen and ink

Shapes that engage
            the heart
and the memory
            of days
when we walked
            through these galleries
or when I held
            her warm hand in mine
and we were in love
            or so I thought

How solemnly the river flows
            tirelessly
past the Tower
            on these grey days
on these dark nights
            no stars to be seen

An empty sky
            an empty ocean
an empty heart full
            of empty words

John Lyons

Revised from a version posted earlier today