Go To The Sunlight With Me Poem by elysabeth faslund

John cupped her cheek with one hand,
Her heart and soul with the other.
'Go to the sunlight with me, my love.'
'I already worship the sun in your eyes.'

Hand in hand, soul to soul, they went.
The Earth felt sweeter by the touch of their walk.
Trees bowed to the lovliness of their smiles.
Grasses, honored by their journey.

Seated, shoulders touching, their eyes held
Each the other, gazing past mortality, into
Eternity. Their hands touched once more
And Heaven came down, blessing the bond.

'Let us walk a while more, my love.'
'I will go past time, with you by my side.'
Standing on top of a beautiful hill, she
Turned suddenly, to speak her heart. Then

Fell, off balance. As he watched, helpless,
Her words came back up, 'I love you, John.'
Life still clinging, as he gently held her,
Her dying words, 'Go to the sunlight with me.'

The light in her eyes went out.
John's soul followed the Light.
She was buried on a rainy day.
John died old, in a lightless, black room