Winter Passing

Though I'm gone from you, I'm not truly gone, I'm the love of you in earth living on— Under the stone, the body has broken, But the love of you's never unspoken— First Wintertime's snow glints like your eyes do, The fireplace quickly multiplies two; On a hurried wind's draft between your lips, There can you not taste my most telling kiss— As ice on the chimes bids them ring the more, Somehow dead things show you my own closure— Though the mound's grave pales my stardust in pass, I'll love you by earth, this my epitaph— There heaven frozen vision's will to be, For our love's ghost lives with you and with me.