I wouldst that I could reach back in time

Through your veil of tired, grief-stricken tears

To tear down the curtain of the years

And brush your lips with these lips of mine.

But seasons always must turn too soon

The only constant this golden sun

Which lights your way as time doth run

While I am left in the silver moon,

A pale shadow of what you loved before.

Reflected light yields a blacker gloom

And sickly lights this marbled tomb –

In which Despair now lies for ever more!

Too cruel a fate, we two are parted

‘Twas not our wish we end this way.

I reach for you as my name you say

And hold a picture, broken-hearted.

I wouldst that I could be by your side

To soothe away your tired, grief-stricken tears

And ease the passage of the years

For you must live on, though I have died.

And so with silent words, unspoken,

I will wait for you beyond Death’s gate

‘Till Death rejoins what was split by Fate –

Our eternal promise remains unbroken.