Loved One

Loved One

Loved One, is there nothing more pacific to have laid
than fond, tender flesh up on Time's graven bed?
Nothing more, nor less, if now must barren words be said
for never such as yours was life of temperance led.

Brave one, who quietly thus lived, then stole and left
having seen it, who calmly knew Life for a foggy dream
Yet, why so sharp and keen and felt, our hearts bereft
if we be dreamers still, and rowing gently down the stream?

As once you rowed, merrily with us not long ago
Patience alive, the temperate spirit most intended
for life's paltry joys and pains. But now to go
back to sleep, dear one. For you the dream is ended.

Sleep fast upon that lasting bed; here are sweet poppies red,
We are left a while to dream we must, on bitter grief be fed.

~Paige Chia~

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