Above Arms Reach

Above Arms Reach

I have gone
is there yearning . . grief

I have gone

Is that a sigh . . relief ?

In life I cared little

for much I had wronged

I wish I could tell thee

But now I have gone.

Mourn for me not, nor fret for my being

Where I've gone

tis no injustice, sickness, nay

mental anguish all be damned.

Where I've gone

pain has no teeth, nor

vile thirst for living death.

Where I've gone

memories- be they good or bad

now-my history books to search.. learn.

Where I've gone

more loving teachers ever exist

Angels you call them.. nay

they are saints of our soul.

Where I've gone

unworthy as I be
yet - I watch

each thump of your heart . . each beat

Where I've gone 

there _ to the right of your eyes

and just above arms reach_ 

Listen... listen... hear the voices...rejoices

feel the wind reborn ...my breath amid their song 

For I'll know how to love thee 

when you reach where I've gone.  

 © #117 Mea.