Gone

At long last a moss tends
to tarnish your grave.
And your names and your dates may have started to fade.
Thankyou, time. But this is a timeless pain.

Of you I weep in this cold heavy rain.
Though these carefree clouds wash from me these tears, nothing but kind earth can bury this pain: that this cruel earth has taken you from Me, my dear.

Lying beside You, under the ground; painless peace, buried - my treasure found!