The face I loved to contemplate is gone
The image dwells no longer in my mind
I once was sad to see it when I woke
Now I’m even sadder by mind blind
All perceptions fade if not renewed
The ones we loved the most still disappear
Perhaps when we’re asleep then they return
We are passive though our love’s sincere
As I grow old, I lose their shape and form
Yes I see the smile before he died.
I helped him to the river and the boat
Now he Is no longer by my side
Such loss includes the images as well.
Into cold dark earth his body fell