I cannot cry, I cannot falter lest he sees my piercing sadness
Watching him slip with every failing breath
Yes, I lost him on a clear day such as this.
And in the midst stood he whom they call, 'Guardian of the gate'
"Come!" he said, beckoning his soul to enter
"He, the King of kings awaits".
I watched him go where only souls were meant to tread,
No more shall I see his face nor hold him close nor hear his song,
Years may try to fade his memory
But I will always speak of him
His spirit lives eternally.
In my dreams, in my prayers, you'll always stay,
Until my journey too shall end
At last, there we will meet again
Eternal rest in God's receiving hand.
-Grace Ann Marciano