Tiny motes of golden light
fall around my memory now
and call to mind your laughter.
Faded from eternal sight
I know why, but ask how
and wonder what you see, hereafter.
I remember you with all my might
so forgetfulness leaves with a bow
and death is not your master.
To me, your shine remains as bright!
Hear this, my enduring vow:
your presence is felt, here, long after!