The image of his face retreats from me

The image of his face retreats from me
Not fading but withdrawing like a ghost
Till  the light  within his eye is all I see

No longer can I hold his hand today
Or be enfolded in his arms at last
The image of his face retreats from me

How he wished to lie beneath this tree
The maple so majestic in its post
The light within his eye, oh can’t I see?

He is gone and how can I now be?
“Till death us parts”, I can  but barely grasp
The image of his face retreats from me

Soon comes now the  anniversary
And only his long hand I wish to clasp
Till  the light  within his eye is all I see

Oh do I waste my life at this repast
Shall I pray for who is there to ask?
The image of his face retreats from me
Till  the light  within his eye is all I see