I hear your breath
Footfalls beside me
Somewhere distant
A candles flame
Flickers in old times
Upon quiet lanes
A congregation of ghosts
The memory well trained.
The river calls solemn
Grass whines beneath feet
Following your footsteps
Your reciting to meet
A whisper on wind
Immortality to stand
In lifes cruel failings
Many works banned.
Sweet spirit of anguish
Loves unrequited call
Travels upon gateways
In memorys shawl
Footfalls beside me
Somewhere distant a flame
The dead and the living
Hold hands in the rain.