I cannot think you're not alive somewhere. I think of you just as I did before. No sudden gust of wind has closed the door Or made your presence vanish in thin air. I write you this because I know you're there; That even after death there must be more. So does faith one's inner sun restore After bitter darkness few can bear. My mind and heart have not yet lost a friend Even though my senses are bereft, For you remain the witness of my soul. No mere accident our love can end So long as I have will and memory left, And you lie silent on some unknown shoal.
I think of you just as I did before.
No sudden gust of wind has closed the door
Or made your presence vanish in thin air.
I write you this because I know you're there;
That even after death there must be more.
So does faith one's inner sun restore
After bitter darkness few can bear.
My mind and heart have not yet lost a friend
Even though my senses are bereft,
For you remain the witness of my soul.
No mere accident our love can end
So long as I have will and memory left,
And you lie silent on some unknown shoal.