Lost partners

Lost partners 

What wishes wishing wells receive

what dreams we all conceive

what life when finally bereaved

of contact with our "King and Queen"

in life's forsaken journey, 

left

with no farewell, no flags, no fears

to share,

no yokes to bear

and yet those yokes are there

to keep our minds afloat 

in life's great moat

around our inner castles, 

broken ruins become,

if they are shunned by those we love

that spark of life 

while shining from our eyes 

cannot disguise its feelings 

deep

beneath their gaze

in labyrinths of carpeted memories

these cannot hide or be removed

to second place

they are the rocks that stood as stepping stones

to just this place

we call our own, our home

even though we are alone.