Somewhere, looking up,
beyond the night mist,
is a brightness
waiting patiently
for me to lose my grip.
Within me are golden memories,
each one more precious than the last,
but an ache swims through and across me,
searching for one which is lost.
Somewhere, I know,
you are waiting for me,
your infinite beauty
beyond the sight of the ashen faces
on the great, green earth.
I know you are there,
your moist breath
spinning the world,
awaiting the grasp of my closing eyes.
