Broken Threads to Mend

I caught the thread of an immortal ode

And wove it in this dress of earthly make

Remembered from a former life's abode

By a crystal stream that fed a crystal lake.

I saw her like a sun among the flowers

Beauty's crown lay easy on her head

I sat by her in those final hours

Alone among the dying and the dead.

The doctor came and left us both alone

And for a time peace upon me came

Her human body she had now outgrown

Departing as she lived, a radiant flame.

I since have shed a sea of useless tears

For one who knew and loved me as a friend

And now in the troubled twilight of my years

I live alone with broken threads to mend.