Adieu my friend…

The sunbeams grow dim

To fade away in the gloom.

Each moment of our childhood 

Once stark and vivid

In its clarity

Blurs to a pale shadow.

The fabric of memories grows frail

As it flaps forlornly, 

To fray and tatter in the wind.

The light that burnt so bright once

Has gone out.

Leaving good-byes

Fluttering in its wake.

              Fire cannot burn,

          Nor water soak me

                               For I am the beginning

                                       And I am the end....

Grief…

Nothing remains…

When flickering flames die,

Ashes floating in the wind

Return to earth.

And paroxysms, hiccups

Become monotones

Of tired spasms bereft of grief.

I will come

To hold and embrace your pain.

It is known -

When journeys end

Karmic beings leave

To become constellations of memories

Loving, loved, forever radiant.

Linking the warmth, grace, laughter,

Of joyous times,

To the quiet serenity of love

That flows deep within:

And be always,
Part of the unending source 
Of all creation….