The poet spoke again
and broke my heart with his usual flair:
Remember me when all is dark at night,
When streetlights burn their circles in the street,
When Luna glows at her unearthly height
And watches on the watchman’s weary feet.
But love me still when Sol ascends his throne,
And on your path his sanctity has shone.
Forget me not, although the winds are warm
And wrap around you where my arms once were,
Recall the hands that held you through the storm,
Even when sunlight washes, clement, clear;
Relinquish not the memories we shared,
Though fairer ones have stolen into sight;
And when the shades have to their roosts repaired,
Remember me when all is fair and bright.