As the Mist Leaves No Scar

As the mist leaves no scar

On the dark green hill,

So my body leaves no scar

On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter,

What remains to keep?

So you and I encounter,

Then turn, then fall to sleep.

As many nights endure

Without a moon or star, 

So will we endure

When one is gone and far.

Leonard Cohen

The Spice-Box of Earth 

1961