I feel you slip out of my grasp.

Every moment You pass away.

You become a being of light

and I, I just remain.

I see you move out of my sight.

Every time I look away another step into the light.

And I, I just remain.

Your voice is soft and loud at once;

Your touch is firm but it's not here.

Your scent no longer rides the wind

and in my heart is joy and fear

For you have gone before me.

You'll open or you'll block the gate.

You have gone before me,

and I can only wait while I feel you slip away, 

becoming

more than I can see:

goddess;  guardian; encompassing light.

And now, 

there's only me.

Let the mountains be her gravestone

and the sunset her epitaph.