Remembrance: Pain of separation Ten years
have passed, death and life are vast,
Not pondered, yet memories hold fast.
A lonely grave, a thousand miles apart,
No words to speak, a sorrowful heart.
Though we may meet, we may not recognize,
Dust on our face, hair white as ice.
A dream brings me back to my hometown one night,
A small window, dressed and ready for sight.
We sit in silence, words are not needed,
Only tears falling, an endless stream conceded.
Every year my heart aches with the pain,
In the moonlit night, under the short pine tree again. |