The lamp  is silent, now I am alone

He fell so broke our lamp, a sphere of stone
Made by potters on the Suffolk Coast
The lamp was silent, it was he who groaned

I was not angry, though I may have moaned
I loved  our lamps but I loved him the most
He fell so broke our lamp, a sphere of stone

For human time  on earth is just a loan
And of it’s wasting, who am I to boast?
The lamp was  quiet, the man it was who groaned

Like a candle when the flame is blown
His  life force waned, I saw as I was  close
He fell so broke our lamp, a sphere of stone

By the following week, his  soul had flown
I heard the music of a distant Host
The room was  quiet, my  love  no longer groaned

Of the love of God, I long to boast
Despite that, some devil my heart froze
Why  go down  and break that lamp forlorn
The lamp  is silent, now I am alone