Journey's End Poem by Chris Wiggins

Dust gathers on my picture of you,
My love, my dearest departed
Seasons change warm to blue
And the hands of time keep marching

Is cruel, if be thy not moving on
Like a letter written but undelivered
Still here, and free to catch the sun
No remorse of roads left undiscovered

Death becomes us if we not be living
One must show thy hand, or fold
One must seek a cause if missing
Or endure the incurring rath of cold

Whichever God thy choose to kneel
To maketh sense of which road straight
Nature is not biased nor can feel
Guide nor hinder thy hands of fate

Relinquish all feelings of self doubt
And walk the path where no man dare
Place inside a box all fear and hate
An' pledge an oath to keep them there

One must leave earth unbound an bustling
With intrepid feet like wings and fly.
Many dreams hath died while suffering
But thy only nightmare is not to try

Happiness lies with the morning dew
And the love of a faithful friend,
If you can do no harm but give
You have reached thy journeys end