Once vibrant eyes now in their days of old,
As he lie their losing his soul to death.
Waning out mortality long foretold,
Mumbling her name with his last faint breath.
A woman’s wails for the loss of her love,
Once young, bent now beside her husband’s bed.
Now facing life as angels fly above,
Gentle fingers now grazing his cold head.
Years passed, she now meets death like an old friend,
Her soul soaring, searching for whom she lost.
Two lives begin then come to tearful end,
Together forever has mortal cost.
Angels live, not by memories alone,
Mortality, a fate we are all prone.