Grief and Passage

Under tired mist and winter fall

I hear a solemn spectral call

A love echoing beyond mortal coil

From flattened grass and sunny soil

A memory of bright eyes and faces

Cool hands and warm embraces

Not lost against the wear of time

Still brilliant, serene, sublime

You and I were bound as one

You leave, but love isn't done

I know that even though you are gone

The wheel will keep on weaving on

And though I may be here on the ground

You are a leaf riding wind, lovely and unbound

So when I think of you floating alone on the breeze

I quiet and remember

There are other worlds than these.

This poem is about:

Me

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