Love Without End

I saw him dressed to go away,
the eulogy was read;
I knew the somberness of day,
but felt he was not dead.

How could the love that he displayed
be buried in a pall?
Enduring love cannot be laid
away with no recall.

It will arise through tears of pain
as though it never fled,
and I will see blue skies again
and know he is not dead.

There is no end to love, you see,
and when I'm wont to weep,
I'll wrap myself in memory
and dream my grief to sleep.

Copyright 1999 Ruth Gillis

Previously published in the March 1999 issue
of RB's Poets' Viewpoint



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