Epitaph Trilogy part 3

A Coda to an Epitaph

I cannot be with you
but I will wait for you
dreaming by the hearth
rekindling this smoldering wick
it shall not be quenched
nay,
not while I live and breathe

There is a fire waiting for you my friend
here in the heart of me
you will always be young
you will always be…

Sometimes it gets so cold
and my face is so old
my limbs are frozen and stiff
and this vow seems so hard to keep

But then the rain comes down
like a benediction up high
it washes away the wrinkles from this hand
like a prayer
lifts the faded linen from this shriveled mind

Come back to me
come home to me
when you have finished the race
when you have conquered all your fears
when you have faced yourself

Then this vigil shall end
i shall sleep content
knowing you don’t need me anymore
because, at last, you are free
(and so am I)

Fare thee well
my friend…
my love…
my own.

Chackie
Oct. 17, 2008