Into That Realm Where Sadness Can Not Play

Into That Realm Where Sadness Can Not Play He was so tired, he had lived his long life, knowing Time wields its long razor sharp knife stabbing, stabbing, ever in its blade goes until death comes, ending all that one knows In his final hours, heart and soul recalls, life, its many treasures, its golden balls love, her touch, her beauty truly divine romance, and all that life's true joy defines. He walked down many a dusty road, seeking truth, to lighten life's heavy loads having found peace, within her loving arms blessed to be willing slave to her charms That sad night, he gazed at Heaven above wanting to tell her of his faithful love with sad tear-filled blue eyes, out loud he cried she was my true love, my all that hath died. He looked up at a pale, ghastly new moon shouting - come, come death you are not too soon let your crimson sword, willing soul destroy I that feared your final touch since a boy no longer seek to avoid that last breath release me, that I may join her in death I dare'st thy touch to this old soul here take for her sweet touch, this life I now forsake. Soft wind rose, its hands did spirit embrace his dying heart, as bright smile lit his face then down she came, to escort him away into that realm where sadness can not play his dear departed wife, her touch so soft then night low moaned, as two lights went aloft he that no longer grieved having found peace accepted death's blade and its sweet release. R.J. Lindley, 9-14- 1978, edited 6-09-2020, 8-19-2020 Rhyme, ( Wherein Life And Love Are Joined Forever )