Silence
Silence
and then the muffled sound
of someone's tears that fill
the space around
a solitary figure
huddled in the dark.
No spark
of light to break the chill.
Alone
the bowed head raises for a breath
of air,
the hazel eyes still see the death
of dark ones,
once so dear.
No fear
of death they held, but peace.
A touch
of mind to mind
so feather light,
a warming to remind
of nights
spent in quiet conversation.
A promise of reunion
in another place, another time.
Peace
he is at last at peace,
no pain there in that boundless place
where he must remain.
"Don't grieve," my friend, "don't grieve!"
I am always here, believe!"
A lasting touch of love to fill
the empty space.