Sunday, 18 March 2012

journey's end

And if one day you
Should happen
To be passing
And perhaps a
Familiar phrase
Tugs at the hem
Of memory then
Smile and smile
Once more and
Trace my name
Then walk on
And let this brief
Sweet rendition
Fold comfortably
Between us now
That we no longer
Fear the separation
Or the why or when
A clear voice tells
All shall be well and
All shall be well
In time

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