We Let Them Go
Why last moments shared with a great love are allowed to pass.
How soft their eyes, in their final moments, so similar to their first.
Wrapped in innocence, they search inside themselves with a naked thirst.
There is no malice, no plea, they stare with a spellbound, honeyed smile.
They ask not, are open, yet cast doubt on our efforts, our guilt they beguile.
They want no trauma, no pain-filled rants, or self-tortured justification,
They wave farewell and smile back with illuminated elation.
Their eyes glow warm at the love they see in our confused state,
If they could, our hearts they warmly would chide and berate.
For to leave in simple truth, with the tides of life washed and cleansed,
Is to release a tender soul, knowing all hearts have made amends.
To us, we must release their spirit, let it drift, floating, ethereal and high
It is no time to stain this honor, with the baseness of a tear-strewn cry.
In leaving, their hope grows like the sunrise in an ocean of bliss.
To hinder that journey, suffocate it, is a selfishness we must dismiss.