The Poets Speak

 

The poets speak of sweet romantic death, the passing of the veil,

The empty eyes that fill with tears, the strident funeral wail.

The last journey that separates two that loved till death

Has entered here and spoken with the last breath.

But I am no poet of romance and hear no sweet goodbyes

When death has visited one I love, one always by my side.

“Tis the other side of the coin of life, the other side of the sun”

“One must live and one must die” “Their life has just begun!”

Platitudes all that comfort not, well intentioned they may be.

All I know is one I loved is now gone away from me.

My head knows death is part of life and back to dust we go.

That your spirit knew it was time to go, to make it’s journey home.

A good place where you’ll wait for me to once again be at my side.

If only my heart was like my head I would have no tears in my eyes.

Oh, Spring will come, and summer too and life goes on it is true.

My heart will heal, my tears will dry and I will smile when I think of you.

But till that time has come to pass I will grieve in my own way.

Till thoughts of good times that you gave me fill my heart that day.

 

It matters not the species or relation of the friends we lose, gone is gone to the heart.

Butch