Love without Measure

The rising sun of the dawn is for you,
I am but the wilting flower of the fall
Don’t recall fond memories wistfully
I am but the dying light of the dusk.

Long I have languished in loneliness
Longing for your lost love
Verily you must feel my absence 
Cry not for me in anyone’s presence.

Whenever a ship is lost at sea
a flower withers and bites the dust
when a star falls from the heavens
or a tree loses its foliage in autumn,
Time still marches on
garnering new grounds
reaching new milestones.

I am the sea-weary soul
adrift at sea,
You are the beacon of light
steering the seafarers ashore.

Don’t cry for me in anyone’s presence
for I am but the dying light of the dusk.