The Price Of Parting (rev)

Will they be there for you when you die?
Is it too much to ask? Will they hold your
hands and cry until you’ve breathed your
living last? While love is free in tearful task
the price of parting wears a mask of pain
which none would feign to gladly greet.

Yet love abed with death is said to ease
the way to timeless bliss, but just for those
departing. Or would you rather quiet instead,
the dignity of night and sleep alone abed, no
waking dreams? It seems the beggar’s choice;
a route into the wilderness, departure lounge
without the crowd.

And then there are the grieving scenes that
follow in your wake, you’ve gone beyond
the reach of mind, crossed the vague
and tacit line into a deep of endless sleep.
Your light has been extinguished yet the
light that fires your heirs burns bright to
bode the leaving of your flight.
© 2006 I.D. Carswell