Just For You Poetry

We walked hand-in-hand
over the dew-dropped grass,
the sun mounting the sky
like a proud warrior mounting his steed.
Our path took us to a shadowed, wooded valley
where the crickets still chirped
and this crevice in the crust of the Earth
held onto the night with the grip of a thousand men.
Here, in this synogogue of silence,
my thoughts poured out and flooded me.
In flashes I saw myself,
from childhood to my venerable days.
A smile rose across my lips
as I began to walk once more.
My friend offered me more than I could imagine.
We left the shaded valley, hand-in-hand,
just Death and I.

A glimpse of a new horizon, in a reverent, peaceful place as your "friend " journeyed with you on this last walk Richard, and you seemed so happy to be leaving..

Almost haunting, but so tranquil the moments were beautiful..

Just walking hand in hand with your ever present mortality. This is a real poser, a real thought provoker,with some deep imagery.Unusual and
unique thinking for one so young