He Is Dying...

He who is tall
proud strong.
gentle of hand and heart
is leaving...

Sleeping soundly
yet so painfully,
He recollects his memories,
Images dancing through his mind
as he recaptures loves lost,
loves attained,
children born,
hearts broke,
hearts desires,
lost chances,
fulfilled dreams,
memories cherished,
kisses exchanged,
hands held,
friendships born
and lost.
Tears of joy,
sorrow,
pain,
And the ever present question...
"Why me?"

Preparing himself for the journey
The path that leads him away
from everything he loves.
Faces,
Places,
Traces of his life.
His mark already left in the world
before he has gone.
Strong,
Long,
Evermore.

And I sit here thinking of him.
recollecting my memories,
Images dancing through my mind
and I recapture all that is him,
Gentle of hand
Warm of heart,
Strong of love
Tender of soul
And the ever present question...
"Why him?"

Knowing
he is going,
and greiveing the loss of him
before he has gone.
And i sit with my thoughts,
Saying prayers for him.
That he may forever
Sleep safe in angels arms.
And i wait...
to be told,
That the one so beautiful & bold
has gone.
He is dying.