Wind Trails.

Visions crowd my weary eyes,
Each, in truth, death in disguise.
Listen now to my weathered toungue,
And remember with me my years so young,
Playing wildly, the sun on my face,
When I stumbled upon your hiding place.
You showed to me your slender hand.
Time in an hour glass; but falling sand.
You smiled at me, and asked me "friend?"
We began something that would never end.
We played each day beneath bright sky.
How quickly life has passed me by.

On now to our teenage years,
Full of change, and full of fears.
That was when we first had kissed.
It is that day I've always missed,
For love is as the moon in pains,
For as it waxes, it also wanes.
We struggled so hard to understand,
And yet once more you showed your hand.
The hourglass was yet still full...
Grain by grain through tiny hole.

We skip ahead, my time is nigh,
The cherished love, now held so high.
We stand in white at church's gate,
Doves fly by, I've found my mate.
Rice is thrown and we dissapear,
Honeymooning for one full year.
We return with someone new,
from our love, our daughter grew.
We did our best to make her smile,
Though we were fighting all the while.
Even then, how I cherished you,
Sometimes love just can't show through.

The years roll on, she's all grown up,
She'll always be our little pup,
And how you wept that so-cruel day,
She's our daughter; now moved away.
In ripe age our fights now cease,
We live our days in dream-like peace.
Yet the sands grow smaller still,
And death creeps closer to his kill.

The winter had come all to fast,
We sat recalling our distant past.
The love still there in all we do,
In each thought, I thought of you.
The time had come and I grew ill,
The sand grew smaller, smaller still.

So here I wait in bed this day,
Death soon coming to take me away,
And still you extend to me your hand,
The time is slipping, falling sand.
I'll not regret the past we share.
Your hands so warm and full of care....
I feel so sad to see you weep,
Yet I depart, my final sleep.
I loved you till my final breath,
Even in the arms of death.