Crossing Over

No one can really know

What’s on the other side,

Only that there must be someplace

Where the spirit can abide.

 

Far beyond this earthly plane is

A wonderous world we cannot see,

But know without disquiet,

Exists in perfect harmony.

 

The frets and fears of this life are

Not allowed to enter there.

There’ll be no pain or sorrow,

No heavy burden to bear.

 

Leaving at the dawn of Spring

As silent harps around you play,

I could not measure your last breath as, 

In peace, you softly slipped away.

 

Your gentle voice, a memory now,

Your loving touch I’ll feel no more.

But solace comes with knowing that

I’ll see you on the other shore.