In Land of no more Shadow

As I lay lonely ‘neath the summer showers,

all sad and wilted like forgotten flowers;

I took my comfort from a crumb so tiny,

a thought, as small as diamond dewdrop, shiny:

That she, my life of love on earth, so tender

would not forget me, my sweet heartbreak mender.

That while I breathed upon the world still turning

and old Aurora kept on rising, burning;

she’d visit this vile vale of sorrow

to pledge to me that on some bright tomorrow

we’d meet, once more, upon a moonlit meadow,

alive, in love, in land of no more shadow.