Healing

       —in memoriam A. C.

When the day grows late,
reach out for the setting sun;
think forward and remember
you are home.

Do not look back—
train your sight forward,
tune your heartstrings westward:
there lie beginnings in all endings.

Your endless song plays on,
reaching for the setting sun;
over the farthest dimensions,
tune your heartstrings to Infinity.

Dawn awaits you,
Day cannot break without you;
there can be no rising in the east
until your music calls day forth anew.

Think forward,
your home awaits you,
your music, your rising song,
shall call for us a new day, 'ere long.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

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