Gone

In the future there lies a peace

Where the spirits of life meet once more

All dressed in their coats of fleece

To embark on the final journey to the distant shore

While darkness reigns for a span

Always to yield to the ever present dawn

Memories of yore are a fan

Of the grace with which we all fawn

Loss is the nature of life

A great circle that begins with the birth

Of a new age, a tale that is rife

Yet beholds to mirth

Words can never replace that which is lost

To you I leave this tale of woe

A great sorrow to say goodbye is the cost

And to this end I say death is not a foe

Gone are the ones we hold dear

To live on in their memory is the task

Nothing remains but the pain and the fear

Of a future without them to ask

In this wisdom I share

Hold not to sorrow

Leave behinds its cold unbitter care

And relish in the brightness of morrow