I shall walk in the sun alone
Whose golden light you loved
I shall sleep alone
And, stirring, touch an empty place:
I shall write uninterrupted
(would that your gentle paw
could stay my moving pen just once again!)
I shall see beauty
But none to match your living grace:
I shall hear music
But not so sweet as the droning song
With which you loved me
I shall fill my days
But i shall not, cannot forget:
sleep soft, dear friend,
For while I live you shall not die.
| Mary Lynn |