Gone, gone

Your steps are long since hid by ever-changing season

By wind-tossed dust, remains of that which once was life

From cold-soaked grounds of spring's eve

And green jewels, summer-grown anew,

Risen above all once tread on

Embraced in nature's death-sleep defense

Still sadly I fall heavy to these grounds

In so routine tears of hopelessness

Longing to touch the earth which once knew

The sound of your wandering shoes

If too late to behold and hear, in pleas

To breathe in the same air to which

You lifted your voice and breaths, ever-gone