The spirits whisper around me, their silk-like words wrapped around my heart,
drifting, unsure of the darkness surrounding, my eyes are closed;
The cool waters of night embrace me, the star's sorrowful tears falling,
a single question above me, I feared the reality that it posed.
A gentle hand, embracing mine tightly, I look to see my friend,
a form I know well, his smile welcoming, yet sorrowful;
No words need be spoken, now is a time past goodbyes,
above the stars we glide, his song to me is mournful.
No recollection greets me, pain and suffering flee,
yet still there is an ache, the knowledge lays heavily within;
The unspoken farewell, deep within my heart,
I utter it, silently, wishing that when it comes, my journey begins.
I look at my friend, his tears fly behind us, each one a new star,
on his face is the mask of death, the very same for him I made;
There is no anger from myself, only calm acceptance,
my time is nearly come, and upon the final threshold I am lain.
I hold out my hand, a gesture of thanks, and he takes it,
before I am taken, the farewell escapes, the final ache;
He sits beside me, silently, as the path to new life opens,
farewell, my friend, I await the next journey we must take.