Description
The bereaved lover gains some brief consolation at dawn when the blond light penetrates his (or her) lonely room and reminds him (or her) of the hair of the loved one. The mode of this song is Dorian, my favourite mode. Poem by E M Solomons – mother of the composer.
Poem by E M Solomons
The pale gold light
creeps into my silent room
touching my face
I know that you are here.
Softly contours form
as the colours
take the place of grey
Translucent gold hits the mirror
and reaches my lonely bed.
Dispels the grey mist which lingers
on the window pane
Deepens the image and I see you.
Pale blond light
where your hair once shone.
Lonely shadow of my former self
I languish here.
But then your dear voice calls with comfort, love
and says
“I have not left,
while your fond memories remain.”
I think of you and
you are here
beside and within
Your image fades
but you are still here in me.
You must you must come back
if only at dawn.
See through the tears of gold,
you are here once more
Your ghostly presence
fills my poor heart,
searching my mind
once more to be as one,
here is your body
so close to my own
in this spectral world
we share our thoughts.
My soul now quiet at last
my yearnings on hold.
The golden glow brings me peace
and I might face another day
(c) E M Solomons