On this bleak day,
When the winds wend heavy in my mind
And the rain falls hard
Clouds were cast upon my cards;
And as death hung haloed on this pining heart
An ending of the winsome seasons,
For a grieving young bard.
I never never thought the grave was nigh;
Why, O why did you have to die?
Lying brave on that light day;
You left before I had the chance to say
Why did you have to die this way?
That you are guided by angels I pray
And the place you stay is bright
Not grey, like this old sight;
I will never forget your sullen eyes,
That sparkled, like two jewels on an unlit sky.
I found you there alone.
An unknown form, forlorn. In autumn
Your sweet bones beaten and weather worn
And these mountains in my heart, torn
I had no foresight of this storm;
O why did you fall, down, down upon that floor?
You lie unborn.
In your last yawn, paused;
I know, I know; God called
And on his silvered wings you soared
And you had to leave.
But I still believe I will see you again
And we will talk like the old days
Lost in the summer tall.
Forever rose above.
In glory, and with love, your own choice;
I will not fear you
I shall hear your voice, stall, and pause
And think of those stories that you taught.
In hallowed kingdoms high, they will howl.
They will pay homage, and bow;
As they place a gilded crown upon your brow,
The heroes and seraphs will crowd;
When you arrive, they will cry
Waiting for your soul to fly,
Through these dark dark clouds
And emerge, amongst a bright blue sky.
Amid heaven they will welcome you;
With wide open arms,
They will embrace you, and follow
And your frail body shall come to no harm;
This home is drenched in sorrow,
And those old clothes you borrowed still sit
Still in your cupboard.
I remember when you said you were proud,
That I was a poet;
But you never read those poems, and now
You are gone
And all the raging hours long, lie by my side.
But alas, I cannot hide
And though my eyes bathe in this pain,
I carry no blame
For as long as you remained,
You were my oldest friend.