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