My Warrior Friend
Before you died, a thunder of horses bolted across the night sky.
I am bereft, and my dog knows it, lying silently at my feet.
I weep openly, unashamed to love, for I know what treasure I have lost.
The wheels have spun, chores have been done.
I waltz on, despite the bony pinch of pain.
I have tried in vain, to bind you to this earth.
Tell the ferryman to still the oars.
Hold on, until your sister is near.
The war of honourable refusal is done.
In the end, tiptoeing away, to lie in graceful repose.
I pray for angels to light your way home, my warrior friend.