I think of you when the sunlight glimmers
and the lake lies still in its warm embrace.
I think of you when the sad sun shimmers,
just before she sets and averts her face.
I think of you when the warm wind’s blowing
its whispered kisses ‘cross the sun-drenched sand.
I think of you when the floodtide’s flowing
up the beach, where we’d wandered, hand in hand.
I think of you when I wake each morning,
as I sit ‘neath the trees in their dew-drenched shroud.
I think of you, beyond dusk, till dawning,
and I lisp your name, never quite out loud.
I think of you when the twilight’s gleaming,
when the pain of our parting hurts me most.
I think of you like a dead man dreaming
of a girl he knew who’s a grieving ghost.