Farewell my love

I thought of you last night darling I did

I lay awake, kind of lifting the lid

feeling a weakness inside of me

and crying my heart out

vociferously

 

I wanted to get up

and come and see you

I felt something strange in me

what could I do

I wanted to be with you

just one more time

and pass you my shadows

and my book of rhyme

 

 

I wanted to see your eyes

just one more time

if I closed mine I thought

maybe I would climb

out of my body

and peer down to see

the end of a friend

as death captured me

 

I knew it was coming

I felt it today

but I was unwilling to just

go away

I clung onto life

for some moments

but I

was clearly

about to lay there and die

 

 

Id be gone forever

to some other place

and never again would I see your face

would I see your hair

your eyes and your soul

the thought of that

C I lost  all control

dare I get in my car

and drive over to you

and knock on your door

what would you do

if I died in your arms

you might

yell at me

so I closed my eyes

knowing I wouldn’t see

 

you ever again

not ever no more

then rolled out of my bed

and fell on the floor.

 

if you have heard

I passed on in the night

my last thoughts were of you

I hope thats alright

 

Farewell my love

I will wait for thee

by the old wooden bijou 

near your apple tree

in the evenings sometimes

on the dragon I will

quietly wait for you

when the evenings are still

 

at samhain I will come

to the rollrights I’ll be

walking the circle

hopeful to see

your beautiful figure

your wonderful hair

and whatever happens

I’m sure to be there

 

xxx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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