The Parting Scene
My eyes lingered upon her, lying there
upon a stage of life we’d never known.
There beneath the moon and stars, the curtain
fell, and with one last breathless sigh, she moaned.
A blanket of darkness drifted over
my dearest one, hid her innocent grace
beneath death’s awesome veil... eyes, baby blue,
concealed by a mask of icy white lace.
I held her hand and understood, that soon
the dreaded hour must come for me... for me
to let go. Yet, my heart, the part she held
began to rage, to melt...How could that be?
Last night my darling angel passed away.
I am forever, grievously forlorn.
No longer do my beloved’s sweet lips
meet mine, with love’s song, in the early morn.
As if in ancient play, with ghostly wings,
far beyond hope of heaven’s highest dream~
she’d promised me she would fly, if only
I were there, with her... for the parting scene.
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