Constant

You appeared to me Like rain
After a dry spell
Like growth
After a hard year
Like life
After death
And it had been so long
Yet my eye could discern
Less beauty
In its object
Than my memory maintained
So I whispered to myself
«All is but illusion
You did well to love him
It gave you songs to write
And kept you safe»
And with a sigh of relief
I let you go But you would not go For you came to me In the air about you
And you walked with me From the other side
Of town
And you touched me With your hands
Behind your back
So I whispered to myself
«All is but illusion
You were wise to look closer
You have lost nothing
Only exchanged a face for a soul
Whatever happens now
You have been Constant
And let no one say
You never loved»