I know now:
we
will not
see
Home again.
But you,
you
must not know
that I
know.
You must
go on,
in these last hours,
trying,
as you imagine,
so as
'to please
your Sam'.
So I smile
for you
and tell a tale
in this age-long Dark,
of fair sunlight
in far-away lands.
I will pull you,
in words,
in thought,
in dream
as close
to Home
as ever can be.
And when you can no longer
see
or hear
nor step forward,
why, then ,
simply,
I shall carry you.
In truth,
when your
darkened spirit
at last
is caged within its final terror,
the burden of your body
will be naught to bear.
When stubborn determination
deserted
your failing soul,
it entered mine:
I know now:
I am not here
just
to be
your Friend.
