The-Arkadian

Your eyes do yet my dreams haunt, love That gaze which once I held so dear Now a ghost's remembrance to my ear Is your voice, melodious, once raised in song. Your warm embrace, a lover's touch A strength and comfort in time of need In thought and word, in hope and deed A haven of safety, longed for, so much. Your silken hair so long ashes, love And many the years long since gone Since last you raised your voice in song And last bid me adieu, my love. Yet still in dreams may you still grace Me with visions of your beloved face.