Like an intangible thing,
your essence is still here within.
Are you a mere picture?
The day was when you walked with me,your breath warm,yours limbs singing the song of life.
My world found its speech in your voice, and touched my heart with your face.
You suddenly stopped in your walk,in the shadow-side of the Forever, and I went on alone.
Life,like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs,it beckons me on, I follow the unseen, but you stand there,
where you stopped behind that dust and those stars,
and you are a mere picture..
No.it cannot be.
Had the life-flood utterly stopped in you,
it would stop the river in its flow, and the foot- fall of dawn in her cadence of colours.
Had the glimmering dusk of your hair vanished in the hopeless dark,
the woodland shade of summer would die with its dreams..
Can it be true that i forgot you? We haste on without heed,
forgetting the flowers on the roadside hedge.
Yet they breathe unaware into our forgetfullness,filling it with music.
You have moved from my world,to take seat at the root of my life,and
therefore is this forgetting-remembrance lost in its own depth.
You are no longer before my songs, but one with them.
You came to me with the first ray of dawn.
I lost you with the last gold of evening.
Ever since I am always finding you through the dark. No,
you are no mere picture....
