Au Re-voir


Warm moisture feel I, on my face

Lips tremble, tears abound,

My arms around you in embrace,

In sadness, I cradle you.


Misted thoughts do crowd the space,

In my endless swirling mind,

Of better times, or better place

But of this, you’re not aware.

I grieve for your reality,

Yet celebrate, the freedom of your soul.

As silently, away you slip,

From the realm of my reality, into

The memory pastures of my mind.


Eric Valentine June 27 2000 ©