Now Far Ahead the Road has Gone
- jan-u-wine
It
is gone for ever
and
now
all
is
dark and empty.
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I am
glad we are granted
this
moment
and
place
to
speak together quietly.
Frighteningly fragile he is in my arms,
pulse threading thin against my cheek.
The
wrinkled whisper of his voice
stutters upon my ear.
I
remember.
His
tales
His adventures
His life
His home
His........
Ring.
He
is asking for It now,
asking, like someone who has lost a child
and
wishes only,
in
their sorrow
for
a final look,
One
parting touch.
I know, Uncle.
I
know.
I
know
and
I
lie.
I
lost It,
Uncle.
Well, that is not so much a lie.
It
is lost.
As
are we.
I
see the long road opening up before us,
a
road from which there is no return.
And
light gathers gentle around us,
like
autumn lying soft upon a harvest field.
His
head rests upon my shoulder.
No
one else might hope to understand his weariness.
There is no one to understand mine.
I
lean my head to his,
close my eyes to the swiftly passing world.
And
I dreme,
at
last,
sweetly,
in
the dying of the day.
I
dreme
upon
the Sea.
With deep appreciation to Mechtild
for inspiring this poem by the posting of the image above.
