Some times
your absence
is a rock slide
leaving me buried,
bruised and bleeding,
crying out
from the sheer pain
But I know
you are free.
The sufferings endured
are memories
bathed in Beauty,
the Light eternal and
Splendor.
You are home.
Alas, I await my turn
to enter that valley,
the one of shadow
leading to the mortal
breath being no more.
May my courage remain
Oh, soldier friend of mine,
Be by my side
Always
Please listen to
these tears from
beneath the falling stones.
