Fields of Heather

We walk through the trees, across the winding bend,

Our laughter bites the wind, the coldness it does fend.

Casting pebbles to a lake, as light drifts beyond the shore,

I call your name, but suddenly, I cannot see you anymore.

You faded like a distant dream, upon the morning air,

Although you are not here, I know you are always there.

For the memories between us, are ingrained upon my heart,

Your voice forever lingering, so we shall never be apart.

Death is just a journey, on which we all must go,

As certain as ocean waves, and the winds that blow.

I may not see your smiling face, or your tumbling hair,

But the link between us lasts, and I will always care.

So hold my hand awhile, but you can keep my heart forever,

I know that you exist elsewhere, dancing in fields of heather.

One day we shall reunite, and it's not a case of "if" but "when,"

For the soul lives, eternal—I know that we will meet again.