A WALK

At the end of our long journey

We walked through a field

I remember that field

Glowing purple and amber in the setting sun

We moved through it peacefully, quickly.

Too quickly. i see that now.

There were no words spoken between us

There never needed to be, with us

Had I known, it was the very end

I would have tried to say some things

Things that could never be said with words

Only in the stillness and silence of my heart

That speaks softly to you now

As it slowly breaks for me, for her

But not for you my dear sweet friend

Because now you walk in Fields of Gold

Like a Gladiator, Like a God

And you ride and race the whales

As you laugh and wait for me