So time is running out for us,
Like an hourglass, broken, on its side lying,
And I am watching for the last trickle,
No the last grain, to escape.

Until then I will hold you
And whisper with my lips against your head,
I love you, so the vibrations can reach
Where the sound does not.
I will sit with you quietly
As you doze, and I look out at the horizon,
Imagining the landscape without you,
Which seems impossible.

I know that it will be,
This land without you, this strange
And barren place,
But it is not yet, and until it is
We two will bless each other
And when that last grain escapes
Love will follow it
Into the vibrating air.

10/30/16

In memoriam Gabe 2001-11/4/2016

"Goodnight, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."

Love forever.
Karin