The Gentle Whisper Of The Final Goodbye Poem by Mervyn Graham

In shadows deep, where whispers sigh,
Beneath the cloak of velvet sky,
There lies a tale of silent death,
The day you breathed your final breath.

The morning chill, a mournful witness there,
Casts silver tears upon the air,
As the sun above in somber gleam,
Reflects the echo of a dream.

In hush of the house, the world stood still,
As time itself seemed to fulfill
Its solemn promise to embrace
The end of life, the final chase.

No more the beating of your heart,
No more time to dance, no more tomorrow,
Just silence draped in a shrouded veil,
As darkness comes and weeps, the sun will grow pale.

Yet in this hallowed, sacred space,
Where shadows dwell, and spirits trace,
There lingers still a whispered sigh,
My memory of you, that will not die.

With the kestrel's watchful eye above,
In flight, it guards with tender love,
As nature's chorus softly cries,
A requiem beneath the skies.

We didn't get our last kiss nor get to say goodbye,
As fate's cruel hand reached down from the sky,
But in the echoes of the day then night, love's cry,
Resounds eternally, soaring high.

For the night may claim its due,
And souls depart, as shadows do,
Your essence still lingers in the air,
Like gentle whisper, soft and fair.

So come the night with sorrow weep,
With stars their silent vigil keep,
For in the darkness, love finds rest but never leaves,
The day you breathed your final breath.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)