i walked about the olden house, ours for 50 years
the walls spoke and carried her words from secret hiding 
the voices all were hers, 
echoes of yesterdays, gentle and low
they followed me from room to room
her things stood out like not before when she was with me then

for years i took her never thinking 
until the end would near become

aging sobered my busy mind, 
each day sped fast, forever granted took 'til now
the end would near become
the times, the blends of pain, 
duress of stress interspersed with fleeting joy

the universe will never die
it will burst anew, 
there is no passing time, 
but for its movements, mortal measured by our eyes

the stars forever shine, 
they do not die as mortals do
though they change at brightest peak of cycle's end and burst,
they rise again from dust and heat 
again they burst, they shine anew

my star is gone, 
she shines no more but in my memory and heart
her dust is ashes of what she was, molecules of earth and void

i lack the will, the point is gone again to start
each thing i see about each room reflects her image gone
the things she touched and did
the seats and chairs she sat upon
they speak release, her words from secret hiding 
her voice i would desperately give to hear
her face, even in distress in anger because of me, 
disdain of me, because of me, i would gladly bear
i'd lay my body down if only i could hold her warmth again

her scent remains in the air and in our bed
i see her image ghost lie there, 
but she's gone

i see her standing at the door between this room and hall
she looks at me, her arm and hand extended
her smile struck me like a burst of Orion's star,
her radiant eyes like green gems filled with light,
like when i met her at her youth

my heart is weak from lack of her love's touch
she calls me 
the walls speak her voice into the air 
from all surrounding rooms, from secret hiding

it won't be long before i go,
my will to live without her is weak
i'll follow there beyond the heavy veil 

God lift me far from here, 
above, far away beyond the earth and stars
where no memories of her remain
a place where i can feel and really be
where i become like her

i cannot stand to live like this
each thing i see and touch and breathe
torments the memories in my breast
instills the prospect of my own death
longing for eternal rest