The Passing
Today is the day, carried on my back, a watermark of a passing soul.
So many settings of the sun and the moon live no more.
Yet your smile still fills the room like sand on a beach,
inviting me to savor the slipping crystals between my reach.
You dance precariously around my life,
as I sit with you at the foot of your resting site.
And I have come to know—
That no other smile can replace,
no other true love, nor warm embrace,
nor reassuring voice.
That memories do live,
to fill such voids.
So I rest my weary heart on the doorstep of yours.
I go forth into the day and build strength in the dark,
until we come to know each other once more,
in the passing of a single heart.
For you are mine—in memory
And I am yours—in waiting.