I hold but memories of that time
When I teased myself by pretending
That what I felt, she felt also,
And we would create something never-ending.

Alas, I was a fool then,
Though I've been a bigger fool since.
Yet I do hold onto something
That beckons in soft-colored tints.

It's always in a dream I see her;
Her beauty as God's own creation.
She is distant, and rightly so;
But this visit is an affirmation.

Life is short and filled with perils,
And many hope dies aborning.
Still a wondrous wisdom is given to me,
Though as such it contains a warning.

Save this dream unto yourself,
Say nothing and keep silent.
To speak may shatter the spell,
And give another cause for lament.

But a single word, a phrase, a sentence,
Versed poorly but with innocent candor.
It is my desire to acknowledge
The sagacity of my ghostly visitor.

You lived a special knowledge,
Though it took me years to understand.
My purpose now: to act on what I know;
There's no need to excessively expand.

For now, when confusion's clouds
Hide the sun from my spirit's exploration;
I think of you and the Light you shared,
And the echo of love's vibration.