My Treasure

The air is full of mourning although the years have passed, my tears still flow like waves upon a rolling vast ocean; I asked God to take my treasure in his trust for all time, my sweet cat now slumbers in the silent dust. Heavenly angels watch his still soft eternal repose, I go there often and just sit, to remember him and weep; a moss draped stone upon the emerald green grass, the only symbol of his existence on this earth. He came to me a stray lost, starving and alone in the world, filled with utter fear and total distrust for all of mankind; ever so slowly a loving relationship and an eternal bond, yes, death is the end of life but the love lives on. I watched his slow breathing all that long, long night, and when the sun rose high, he passed through the gate; in Paradise, I imagine him waiting so quietly for me, one day, I will hold him again to my heart. ___________________________ November 1, 2013 Poetry/Verse/My Treasure Copyright Protected, ID 13-1062-468-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.