Thy Memory

In the desert of my unending gloom, I feel thy hand on my visage, The intensity of my pain retreats, The frangrance of thy being Lights up, in me, The spirit of vivacity, My days are luminious, My nights are colourful. I feel the moisture of thy hair As the rain comes, I feel thy touch As the wind blows, I experience spring In the autumn of my life, The flowers of thy memory Bloom everywhere. But Ah! As soon as thy memory departs, The world becomes dark to me And my spirit. I am lost in my business again, The business of memorizing thee.