The World Wide Cemetery

You went first and I remain
To walk the road alone.
I live in memory’s garden, dear,
With happy days we’ve known.
In spring I’ll wait for roses red,
When fades the lilac blue.
In Autumn when the gold leaves fall,
I’ll catch a glimpse of you.
You went first and I remain
For battles to be fought,
Each thing we’ve touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I hear your voice, I see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Guides me on with hope.
You went first and I remain
To finish with the scroll,
No length’ning shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll.
We’ve known so much of happiness,
We’ve had our cup of joy,
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy.
You went first and I remain,
One thing I’ll have you do:
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For soon I’ll follow you.
I’ll want to know each step you take
That I may walk the same,
For someday down that lonely road
You’ll hear me call your name.
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‘Til we meet again beyond the sunset,        Gary  

I saw her by the steps of Notre Dame
in raffish splendour,
a cape, a shawl and jeans;A face of haunting beauty,
hands for candlelight and wine.
I remembered her rapture in a leaf,
a kitten, sunset glow.Who was Celine, so discriminating
in music and books, a pilgrim,
seeking things not of this world?Those children that would never be,
they would have been so fair!

She caught my stare.
The smile of an angel was my reward.

“What are you doing here, Celine?”
“I came to pray.”
~~~~
John Ross Matheson

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