. . . JOURNEY'S END . . .

When your light goes out upon this earth,
I'll look up to the sky;
It will twinkle there in a million stars,
Like it did here in your eyes.

And when your flame no longer burns,
To warm my every day;
I will bask in the warmth of your memory,
That will never go away.

Then when your laughter no longer rings,
I'll listen deep within;
For it will be the sweetest gift,
'Twas left here by my friend.

So rest in peace in the arms of God,
My precious, faithful friend;
You'll be in the joy of each memory,
Long after your journey's end.



Allison Chambers Coxsey
1996