By Katherine Johnson
March 3, 2017
This last time, silent I stare
into your loving eye’s so rare;
We are left to hold hands
Frailty our last stand.
Oh, the journeys we would take,
Swim naked in alpine lakes,
And then lay in the shade of pines,
Where we dreamed and drank wine.
We raised children bold
With freedom in their souls;
Today beyond the door they wait,
While here a quiet goodbye we partake.
No more Halloweens or 4th of July’s,
Our youth has said goodbye;
The breath of words are gone,
Silence is now our song.
Still my love I am satisfied,
Still my love I want more,
Still my love I want your gaze,
My love, my love, my love.
I will wait on the hill
Beneath the pines so still,
There beyond the mystic veil
I will wait, I will wait, I will wait.
Copyright 2018 By Katherine Johnson – All Rights Reserved