There’s a crease upon your brow
That divides the present from the past
Laughter from your heart
Sorrow that’s grown too fast
The glimmer in your eye
That danced like petals on a breeze
Now falls like drops into a stream
And is lost among the weeds
Ah, love, your strong and gentle chin
That held dreams with kind embrace
Now tenses with a sadness
That draws lines of subtle trace
Let me not lurk within your corners
Nor cloud your evening skies
The shadows that spring about you
Will melt with my goodbyes
Poetry and Verse 