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