HORSEMAN
Candice James
Copyright 2010
When I think of your death, at any time,
There’s an ache and pain beyond description
Deep in the pit of my soul, my spirit.
You’re not dead,
And yet the tears still spill
At the thought of remaining in this world without you;
At the thought of the total separation
I know must come one day.
When the tears start to tumble down my cheek
It’s a rending and ripping
Of the spirit deep inside.
The rip, so deep, so expanding,
Demanding to be let loose,
And so,
The tears spill in silent sorrow
In the dreaded anticipation
Of a tomorrow that approaches
On dark and thundering hooves.
Oh horseman,
Thank you for taking me with you
On part of your journey,
And though you journey on without me,
Your ghost will ride with me
Always!