Stay

I’ll meet you at the rising moon
I’ll meet you where the lilies bloom.
Follow the trail where the last sun’s slivers
Fall upon the stones by the river.
There for you my spirit waits,
There my final resting place.
There I wait for your return,
Between two worlds a fire burns.
Mayflies drawn to pyres remember,
Sacrificed to become its embers.
Though I may not touch your hand
I’ll write our names there in the sand 
And hope that you won’t feel the absence
The distance hanging in the balance.
Hear me in the wind as I whisper,
So close, but far away still tethered.
I long for you once more to hold,
To feel my presence in the cold.
You shiver as I’m passing through,
My hope that you will know renews.
I see from you no recognition 
As I make this last petition,
Helpless as you walk away, 
An unheard cry for you to stay.
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