Windswept waves, under winter's bind.

Open air, gripped by the chill's despair,

To tame a land, a futile affair.

Zeppelin tunes haunt, in my weary mind,

Shared melodies, now cruelly confined.

In the silent void, his absence profound,

Lost in echoes, never to be found.

I sail alone, with the Northern star's light.

Through oceans of grief, in the endless night.

Guided by hope, yet drowned in sorrow's plight,

To the morning's light, a distant, fading sight.

In the depths of despair, I wander aimlessly,

A soul adrift, lost in the sea.

With each passing moment, I silently plea,

For his presence, for his love and

laughter, to set me free.

But the Northern star, distant and cold,

Offers no solace, as my story unfolds.

Through the depths of grief, I continue to fight,