I walked alone upon a road beside a hill
Where I saw an open grave lying still
All alone beneath a tree, when I came near
The darkness grew, took my sight, left the fear
For there, right there, in front of me
There was my name, inscribed on stone,
beneath the tree.
Unsure, I tripped, I grasped for land
I grabbed at air, I brushed her hand
Then face to face I came with her, I couldn’t see
I knew not buried yet, the her was me.
She hugged me long, whispered, “Please
don’t cry. I’ve come to talk, to say good bye.
It’s time for me to go, I’ve done my best.
You’ve grown so much, passed every test.
You’re wiser now, courageous, strong.
I’m tired, it’s time for me to move along.
I know the journey left in front of you,
Is full of love and stories, too.”
I hugged her back, she felt so warm.
She said, “It’s time to go, you’re on your own.
I have to go, I’ve done my thing.
Lay me to rest next to the spring.
Go on your way and never fear.
The world is warm, your path is clear.”
I turned to face where she had gone,
And saw instead a glowing dawn.
The night had passed, the world was new.
I’d lost myself and found me too.
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