(for one who held his Love's hand
as she passed away)
Sleep, my Dear - Sleep in merited peace,
Your burden freed of infirmity's heavy
cloak.
This moment entered opens a door
revealing
What just prior was not yours to evoke.
Sleep, my Love - Sleep, and I shall stand
The watch, a hallowed vigil your sacred
shrine.
In this consecrated slumber lies
Your comfort and in your comfort I find
mine.
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