A poem

I still see you in the tender light of dawn,
your radiance undimmed by time’s passage.
In rose-tinted wisps of dreams your memory lingers,
the years fallen away.
My days begin with your name,
a devotion murmured,
threading you into each moment.
I bask in replayed scenes of joy,
moments worn smooth
like river stones yet losing no lustre.
In dusk’s gathering shadow,
I kindle our past days
inviting your spirit to illuminate coming darkness.
However far you now wander,
I keep you present through ritual recall.
I steady myself
on milestones we marked together,
pilgrimages retraced in solitude.
The silence cannot erase your echo.
You dwell in earth and meadow,
an ever-present guide.
As sun sets golden
on youth’s verdant fields,
I content myself with harvest,
a bounty of days spent woven together
beneath life’s wide sky.
Now I walk on alone as twilight deepens,
our sapling love grown mighty,
its roots my anchor in changing seasons.
I need no light but the radiance you ignited.