In the shadows of the moon
I lean over him
my hand on his chest.
I hear the rising
and falling
of his breath.
I feel the rhythm of his heart
keeping time
to the passing moments of his life.
Love rises, like birds
from the silvery mirror
of the savannah
and I long for this heart
to beat forever.
Listen.
The instrument will fade
but the song is eternal.
Listen.
Smiling,
I open my hands
and let the sound of him
fly off
into
the night.
Published in The Raven Chronicles,
Summer 1999 South Sound Edition
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