A Morning After

One does not need be clairvoyant to see that which my future holds.  The days and years have flown past for those who have for so long stood fast and strong at my side now rise with hesitation.  They as I know the significance of the little cedar boxes on the kennel shelf and the absence of so many known for so long weighs heavy with the passing of the day.  As twilight’s gloaming draws ever near, I brace for the darkness of the night that will claim those I hold so dear.   To await the light of a morning after when the essence of the life in they and I shall rejoin in the presence of whence we came and now return as one once more inseparable and eternal.

Roy