Gwen

There is a gentle tapping
at my door,
a sound I've heard
so many times before,
when Gwen was still alive
and bright,
life but a dream, a happy flight,
and all my days so filled
with light,
I slowly opened up my door,
and there was Glen,
just as before,
my heart was filled
with joy and fear and love,
but with a hollow voice
she said:
'They want you, up above,
the master sent for you,
your time is up,
tonight, my love,
you'll drain your final cup,
you'll join me in the angels' dome,
where we'll hold hands
and call it home,
and nevermore you'll walk
this lonely, solemn earth,
for in your end,
there is an other birth....'

Next day, they found the old man,
lying on his bed,
his face?
A gentle smile,
but he?
Quite dead....

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz