She lay serenely on the cold slab Elegantly dressed in white, A secret smile embossed upon her lips That even death could ne'er erase. I looked at her for quite some time. My memories dwelt for a time long Of by-gone days when we were young, Days fully lived and justly savoured, Days of exciting, enticing emotions, Revisited and recaptured mostly in my past. Alas, she's gone forever now, The finite sands of time ran out, As spring and summer always do. Life was spilled now and hope died, Still no dreary dirge for me, But rather squander time in living dreams So I often indulge in my autumn days, You will always be on my mind.