Death comes in as such a grateful
& wanting thief,
as I stare at him,
in such complete wonder
& in my utter disbelief,
my heart is hanging low,
& so heavy,
weighted,
in it's endless
& painful grief,
Deep I am,
deep out in the melancholic blue
thoughts roll in again,
thoughts roll in,
as it's raining pain outside,
those thoughts roll in like thunder,
as I again,
I think of you,
a noble soul who loved us all so true,
I know you're where you need to be
out beyond the places I can see,
where you can run & play so free,
To do the things you could not do here
in fields of wheat to run with deer,
letting go,
... all earthly fears,
There's so much more that I
want to say
now that you have gone,
now that you've gone,
gone, gone,
away ,
& here on this very saddened day,
Please find peace in your brand new house,
with no more games to play
of cat and mouse,
a flickering light they came to douse,
As I try & try,
not to cry,
because it is never really is goodbye,
as again your legs can run so spry,
I know I'll see you again ,
my sweet, sweet,
sweetest friend,
this is not the beginning
& certainly not the end,
this message of prayer in folded hands,
to you, right now, I send,
As our heart you would always defend
now our hearts again must mend,
Thank you for the saving of our dear lives
& always quieting the tears that we cried
From our hands, an angel was just pried,
a tree fell silent in the forest
it fell to the floor as you died ,
I've prepared for you a mossy & earthy bed
for your eternal sleep please rest your sweet & weary head,
as living is a state of mind
and so is being dead,
As I fold my hands,
in a silent vigil & prayer,
I will always remember you,
this I can swear,
It'd be impossible to forget
a love
that was quite so rare
as your love is.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Death is a very difficult thing. ❤