I held her fragile in the fading day As slowly night upon the landscape fell. What words we spoke the gods alone can say, She faltered now as death his painful spell
Wove upon the fabric of her soul. "Mother give her one more day", I prayed, "Before the great bell sounds its final toll And the edict of our fate must be obeyed.
O let her breathe till morning light appear That she may live to see her birth month dawn, Begin the cycle of her final year In Thy embrace by love once more reborn.
And I shall hold the music close within Of mountain peaks that lifted us above Ourselves to breathe an air so crystalline, So filled with promise and so fraught with love."
Upon her dying bed I lay by her, Her feet so softly pressed against my cheek, The burden of the seconds heavier, This hero-soul now grown so pale and weak.
I held her body ravaged by disease, Yet gazing in her eyes it seemed she knew The wellspring of all pain and yet could seize And hold a light known only to a few,
Fair orbs that held such beauty and such grace, Deep wells of wonder and tranquillity, Where dwelled a Vision of another place Where time is not and joy is but to be.
She spoke but seldom from her world of pain But once she looked at me and said: "No more" Aware we would not walk this earth again Together in the spirit's deep rapport.
And when those blue and ever-luminous eyes Forever closed and found that other shore, Key to all unanswered mysteries, The golden bridge, the occult, mystic door,
My sorrow died, the grieving heart to calm Returned, a Presence now enveloped me Assuring that her soul would face no harm Moving towards its final destiny.
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