Steps

 

they step into the forever,

stealing our goodbye,

drawing tears as if from a well.

their vision born into memory,

their voice a whispered prayer.

 

yet in mercy there is a space

between dusk and twilight,

where the moon sweeps the day away,

and stars worship the night,

where magic reflects change,

and where souls beg time

to re-appear in glory.

 

it is here in memories warmth

we remember laughter’s blessing,

they are echoes of life.

ties that bind life, to life,

yours to theirs, everlasting,

embedded in our very being.

and in smiling patience they wait,

to guide our final step

hand in hand, into the forever.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

something from the attic

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