Dedicated to the
memory
of each person
who lives on in our minds,
men and women
who have departed this life
but who inspire us still.
I
The woods have
darkened
and fog has descended,
yet white, the mountain peak.
Your memory remains as bright
these days, my beloved.
II
The sky's faint
dawn-light
ends my night of loneliness . . .
unknown shapes depart;
yet once we laughed at these,
secure in our fulfill'd desire.
III
I visit our bench
now covered with fallen leaves,
wind playing with them;
the open gate squeaks wistfully
as on that fateful day.
IV
The slow days
unfold,
yet time passes from the hour
when we last embraced . . .
Our unity of desire,
pure love which transcends decay.
V
A mourning dove's
cry,
so sorrowful at daybreak,
drifts through the window...
Nostalgia grips my throat,
my passion for you unquenched.
(To be continued)
