You're Gone

(circa 1966)

You're gone,
But in the shadow of your love I linger on,
As in the evening leaving of the sun,
When light and warmth are done,
The haunting afterglow reminds the sky
In beauty's wake so beauty's seekers die.
And so as evenings melt must shadows fade
And in the graves they've made
So must I fall.

Your love is lost,
But still your image lives
Withing the evening of my heart,
Frozen in the evening's frost,
With clearness only past and parting gives,
With nearness only loves once lost impart.

And in the magic moments of the mind
The dearness of the day is lived anew.
And with forgotten beauty, dawn will find
The melting of the frost,
And so the dying of the dew.

- Sitaram