Free

Till next we meet,
My friend so dear,
I will cherish the time,
I spent with you here.

The wind whispers softly,
Running its fingers through trees.
Off deep in the woods a lone bird sings,
Sorrowful, sad, it can not soften the sting.

Your footsteps like ghosts,
Wind their way through the trees,
Leaving a path so long and cold,
A path that none can see.

The fire that once burned,
So bright, so free, and sheer.
Is just another reminder,
That you're no longer here.

I've fallen through ice,
Through hell, fire, and rain.
But this is something new,
This odd sensation of pain.

You said you were waiting,
For what? Or for who?
I wish that I was there my friend.
I wish that somehow I knew.

That chair now rocks only to the wind.
Its soft gentle creak reminds me of when..
Of when we first stepped beneath the trees,
Looking for nothing and finding what we need.

The smoke like a wraith, rises up again.
One final salute, to you my now gone friend.

Sitting there beneath the leaves,
You showed me how, you made me, me.
I have to but close my eyes and I can see...

But you are gone my friend.
You are now lost to me.

These miles like oceans, they stand in my way.
I am doing what you would want.
This is the price I must pay.

When next we meet it shall be 'neath the stars.
By a frost rimmed name.
Into a gravestone carved.

I will sit and look down,
In that snow covered place,
I will close my eyes and see your face.
Till next we meet, you and me.
I hope you enjoy this....this being free.