As I lay dying
And saw the pain and relief on your face
I found the strength to raise my hand
And reach for you.
The effort burst my heart
But as the darkness began to close my eyes
I saw you take my offer
You were my last sensation.
Now as I float in ethereal nothing
No sound, no light, no warmth nor taste nor smell
Your touch keeps me aware
A memory on the wind.
If I remain
Out here a hundred million years
A breath upon the surface of the universe
I will carry your soul.
As you lie dying
And eternity gathers round without
Reach out your hand
You’ll find you still have mine.
© 2006 BlackBear
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