Goodnight my friend
I say my prayers
of the Earth ,
of the four winds
and the rain.
You have given all that
was inside your heart
and have moved on
to the quiet peace
of the shadows .
Where the winds have stopped
and the stillness is eternal.
I will think of you
when the cold ashes
of the night fires
are relit by the
dying embers
of a shooting star .
Only the mountains now
seem immortal.
It is true and right to die .
To navigate the high passes
over into the valley
of the shadows below .
My friend the hour
of the mirror will hold us .
I will look for you
whenever my heart feels
the tug of the
roadless horizon.
I will look for you
deep in the shadowlands
of mist .
I know
we will come together
when the winds blow
inside the shadow
of the shadows.
Goodnight my friend
travel that wind
into the mists
cold and damp .
And I will say
my prayers .