I look for you, for a feeling of embrace,
but yet I find just an image to be erased.
He went down in my hands as he lay, there
barely breathing with his head in my lap,
I can't imagine living. He asks me to
hold him for he is not going too far, but I
tell him to take me as he lets go and tells
me to please try and remember him in a star.
For there is this place that is not too far,
that in time will be well due, for there is
this place that was made for the treasure
of me and you.
Copyright ©2004 Lori Finnila