Diary Entry 94

As I sit,


at the foot of your bed,

memories now knock

on a weary head.

As your limbs


and your eyes flicker,

I can’t help but

think our minds

in joyful tune

might sing

in whispers.

For a dance


among these walls

and laughter relieves

bound sickly halls.

We now play,


yet quiet we must be

for I know

those angels

do sigh for we.

Not sighs of

worry, pain, regret,

but with the joy

they know unto

heaven will be set.

One day, I know


for me –

will be the face

I will have longed

to once again see.

The angels


for rejoice must we all;

reunited we’ll one day be,

dancing eternally

among heaven’s halls.



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