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Chelsea Bell

Time

I see you fight the reaper
who has come to take you across the river.
The dead beckon you, singing their sorrows.
And you wonder if there will be a tomorrow.
I hold you and look into your eyes.
I try to speak but the words fade into sighs.
For I believe it's not your time to die
and I don't want to say good-bye.
I see you in my dreams,
we laugh and talk, it seems
just as I remember you.
Then I awake and there is nothing I can do.
I hold your picture
as if to offer you
my strength
my hope
my love
as I cry out to Heaven above
and wait...