~ Final Wishes ~
Sit with me, where silence knows me. Hold my hand and let time stray. Take the helm and sail my sorrow over oceans formed of pain.
All will seem much better soon, as tribulation starts to fade, for love shall comfort those who sow it, here on Earth and in the grave.
Lighten grief's relentless burden, casting shadows on the ground. Sail away my aching bones and let my memory lift your frown.
As the pendulum of living halts within my withered heart, hearken to the breeze rejoicing—welcoming my brand new start.
Upon the final curtain call, my soul shall seek your loving face, for severance shall not divide us—love's connection never breaks.
Cast away the hurt within and bury grief below the ground, for I shall ever walk beside you—to thy heart, my soul is bound.
Summon up a smile for me; the universe awaits my hand to chase a treasury of dreams, as destinies are never planned.
And O, to be alive again!
Amidst the dappled leaves, I'll run, reliving all life's fleeting moments underneath a grinning sun.
Amidst the dappled leaves, I'll run, reliving all life's fleeting moments underneath a grinning sun.
I'll hitch a ride on feathered wings to scale the snowy mountaintops; a realm of immortality exists within the Land of Nod.
Upon the days when sorrow calls and colours fade to black and white, go, look for me in whispering trees, for there is where you'll find my light.
© Flora Turrill, Old Meg’s Cottage, A Country Diary. All rights reserved.
Art Francis Danby
Art Francis Danby
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