If You Should Come Again

8/27/07

Did you leave something of your presence here?

Perhaps a hint of perfume in a flower

Or in these rooms once beautiful, now drear,

A last imprint of love in that fateful hour

Of pain when one could hear the walls cry out

For you, departing as the Shade drew near.

In all I touch or see or think about

There is such loveliness in your atmosphere

But sorrow gathers like a fog and closes

Over my soul and penetrates my heart

And I am left alone among the roses

Bereft of my beloved counterpart.

I have locked my dreams in a casket of gold

Away from the eager prying eyes of men

In a silken cloth fold on careful fold.

I'll keep them here if you should come again.