All That I Might Deem Precious

- jan-u-wine

So long.

It takes
so long
to die.

In starless
Night,
I stay
waiting
only
for the small
thread
of my life to run
out.

Grief,
worn to
a sort of strange,
tired
joy,
assails me
at the thought.

You
cannot see
this.

It will
be better so.

We have
failed.

I
have
failed.

Please,
let me
just
lie down
beside
you
and never
see
the broken
light
of day
again.

Maybe,
after I have gone,
you
will find your
way Home.

I cannot remember,
now....
I cannot see,
in this Darkness,
what Home
is like.

Does it shine
with impervious beauty
like
that which lies
secret
within my hand?

Does it whisper
of days
and nights
which I may spend
within its warmth?

You
are weeping.

My friend.

Do not cry.

I remember.

I do.

I remember
what Home
is like.

It is like
this
fair
circlet,
gilded,
within the confines
of my heart,
with all
that I
deem
precious.