Where Do You Go?
My husband David Raymond Eittreim, of 34 years is terminally ill with adenocarcinoma of the lung, bones, lymph glands and brain.
when your mind folds in on itself
in intricate origami thoughts
and words don't come out right
from your trembling lips?
I watch your tired grey eyes
so red and burnt
go far away from this place of pain
to places I cannot follow
What do you see my love
as you sit so still watching the walls?
Eyes glazing over with tears and longing
Tell me, so I can understand
Do not weep for the past,
for the ghosts of regret,
let them go
let them go
Let your soul soar high above this bed of pain
a falcon freed from the tethers that bound you here
singing your raptors song
into the ear of God
Do not weep heart of my heart
Cleanse the hurt and sorrow from your tired soul
and promise me, oh vow to me
that we will meet again
beyond the gates of time.
Where we will light the skies with our love....
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