His eyes are far above my line of sight
But his smile reaches down to my tiny hands
I love him now - even when I cannot say
Words I have not learned
Time flows swiftly - His eyes draw ever nearer to my gaze
His hands grow ever smaller next to mine
His love - the one thing that doesn't change
As the shine wears from his smile
He has been waiting, knowing it will come
Patient for when it finally gets here
I always thought it would make it easier
Knowing when the darkness is coming for you
But now my life is but cloudy
It isn't here, but it comes
Ever so swiftly in time paused
Its shadows silently descends
His eyes do not meet mine - My gaze now drops far below the horizon
And perhaps they never shall they again
For peacefully he seems prepared
To go where I cannot follow
Gracefully the world stops spinning
Tears strike the dust to which he slowly returns;
Life remaining seems slower than a hearbeat
Quieter than an unsung song
Vaya con Dios
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where did u find this poem? I guess in today's postmodern world it can mean many things but it appears to speak of the departure (death) of a loved one (a parent? or another loved adult). I would like to know who wrote it.
as we get older death is something we must come to grips with both as it happens to loved ones and eventually on a deeply personal level.
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