With Her

12 Sep 2018

Spurs
He dreamed of her that night. She was beside him,
As they sat by the water, watching the waves
That lapped upon the shore. They didn't speak,
But listened to the wavelets play against
The sand and rocks, and wind that whispered
In their ears. When he woke, the memories
He had of her came flooding back, as sorrow
Gripped him, and he began to grieve her loss
Over again, remembering her plight
In those last days, and how she suffered in
Those final hours, before the fever took her.
And as he wept, he wished it wasn't so,
That such a life as hers hadn't been lost
In such a way, to suffer so and die
So young. But while he lay there in the dark,
He thought he heard her voice, and when he looked,
He saw her standing in the doorway. She
Held out her hand, beckoning him to come
And follow her. And then, she turned and left
And disappeared. Startled, he gained his feet
And hurried out the door after her. Soon,
He caught a glimpse of her walking the path
That lead down to the ocean. He pursued
In flight, and found her standing by the cliffs,
Looking out at the water, with the moon
Glowing bright as it rose above the horizon.
When he reached her, she looked over at him,
And spoke, "I've missed you, I have, these long months,
And though I cannot stay, I've come to say
Goodbye before I must move on and meet
The great Divine. Eternity is calling,
Where I will be happy forever. I
Just need you to believe! So, I came
To let you know, so we can both move on."
He looked her in the eye, a tear upon
His cheek, and said, "I believe, but I wish
You didn't have to go." She brushed away
The tear, and then replied, "I must, my love.
But, please, trust that I will be happy there,
Forever in the arms of God, who cares
For me as much as you. But I must go now.
Goodbye, my love!" With that, she rose up off
Her feet, and flew away towards the heavens.
"My heart!" he cried, and reached out to grab her,
But lost his footing, and fell off the cliff,
And, in the fall, he met his end upon
The rocks, there by the ocean, where they sat
And so often enjoyed their days together.

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