thankless thoughts

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.