Elegy for Elisa
In Remembrance
Her sands have run; her thread has reached its end.
The woman whom I singled out to stride
With me through time, together at my side,
Is wife no more, nor life, nor soul, nor friend.
I joyed with her in every hour through years
Of wedded bliss; there was no cause to part.
Now I can’t fill the void within my heart;
My soul must seek a way through all its tears.
She was my earth, my moon, my star, my sun;
I’ve lost my ground, my tide, my guide, my light;
The future seems no day but only night.
Her thread has reached its end; her sands have run.


So so sorry, Peter. Beautiful elegy, yours. "There is a land of the living and a land of the dead, and the bridge is love. This is the bridge that does not fall." --T. Wilder THE BRIDGE OF SAN LUIS REY
Oh Peter. I’m so so sorry. My heart breaks for you.