Glancing
up at the pale moon overhead,
thoughts of
what might happen soon; fills me with
dread.
Realizing, I was now completely all
alone,
no one there I could talk to; no place
for me to call home.
My thoughts return
once more to yesterday,
unsure about the
reasons why it had turned out this way.
The
love of my life has passed away,
comfort
takes over my troubled mind as I kneel to
pray.
Quietly strolling in the park we
shared,
remembering the little things we did
to show we cared.
Listening to soft music on
the radio,
embracing each other gently; as we
danced real slow.
Tears showing signs of
my broken heart,
for we had been together
forever, not a day spent apart.
Never down
such a lonely road before,
dark shadows,
waiting ahead, were hard for me to
ignore.
Songs from a nearby little
whippoorwill,
except for that, this moonlit
night seemed strangely still.
I could feel
the air from a cool light breeze,
relaxing
for a moment; the sounds put my mind at
ease.
My body old and tired by time now
gone,
how long must I be here alone to watch
the light of dawn.
People seem to keep
quickly passing me by,
feeling total
emptiness inside, no tears left for me to
cry.
Wondering if I should reach out my
hand,
would some stranger passing by take it
and understand.
Could they ignore the
wrinkles on my face,
stopping to give a
lonely old person a friendly
embrace.
Feelings of total despair fill
me inside,
I look at the pale moon again
which did not try to hide.
Suddenly a bright
star appeared in the sky,
my love whispering,
"Darling, I'm here to say
goodbye."
"Believe me, there is nothing
to fear,
anytime you want to call my name I
will be right here."
"God will be watching
and caring for you,
and He will guide your
path in the things you must do."
"It
won't be long until we meet again,
I will
always remain here beside you until the very
end."
My love would be waiting there for
me,
where together, in Heaven, we would spend
all of eternity.
© Brenda
Sparkman
January 24, 2007
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