The Last Journey Home

In a midnight dream with a pale moon overhead I make in the air for her a white linen bed Where her beauty can lie unspoiled and green Like years ago when I loved her innocent teen! Her face pales, my eyes dim in the moonlight My longing can’t hold back the withering night The owls cry, the graveyard white hints her end She’s gone and there’s no beauty to defend! When it’s over, the last journey to be away The cold empty hearth leaves nothing to say We come back to us to ponder and rest The fire has gone out, there’s no need for haste!