Final Rest
The flame flickers softly as I kneel by your bedside. Your hair once the color of sunshine,now shrouded in clouds of pale gray. The tears gliding down your face,speak of such heartache and pain, while your eyes sing a melody of deep sorrow. It has been a long journey for the two of us, but sadly I must stop here, for where you are going,I cannot follow. Do not be afraidfor we shall meet again.The flame dies… As does your light… I will miss you my friend. Written August 24th, 2001 © on Aug 24 2001 07:58 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The flame flickers softly as I kneel by your bedside. Your hair once the color of sunshine,now shrouded in clouds of pale gray. The tears gliding down your face,speak of such heartache and pain, while your eyes sing a melody of deep sorrow. It has been a long journey for the two of us, but sadly I must stop here, for where you are going,I cannot follow. Do not be afraidfor we shall meet again.The flame dies… As does your light… I will miss you my friend...."