A forget-me knot on thy forehead,
A never-remember sign in thy eyes.
Raindrops will cease their dancing
When that quietest sparkle dies.
Whatever was there — whether rain or tears —
On paths long-forgotten, on hillsides steep
Still I hear thy voice calling
When my heart is longing for sleep.
Thou knowest the quietest ways
Those lit only by sparkles
Of the moments of our togetherness —
My ears seeking thy heartbeats.
A forget-me-not by thy last home,
A sign of remembrance at my place.
Out of my sight hast thou gone
At thy unfaltering pace.