The Passing

I went up Misty Mountain after your
Funeral, not to rejoice but to chase
After a memory thread created
At the moment of your ill-timed passing.

Sheer white walls greeted, shrouded my presence
A hissing silence overwhelmed, as I
Treaded down that lane or this path along
Our picturesque but dysphoric vistas.

The cool fog was an apt sombre blanket
Its embrace I welcomed despite the chill
Listless, I sauntered amidst an avian chorus
Birthing my adieu; my sincere farewell.

As I bear down this passage, linger and
Bespeak for me a spot in the Garden,
For as I traverse my longer route, I
Long for our jaunt here there rekindled.

Stay Love, heal Love, rest Love, wait Love.


Lambert
(08/01/2016)