The face I loved to contemplate

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