A song begging to be sung

there is a song in my heart
that begs to be released
but there are too many things
that I want to say, to sing
trapped in this prison, this cage
from the beginnings of Time
that need not be said was kind

but you are not here beside me
the emptiness is still hollow
the passion still burning low
try as I might to put it out
it defies all manner of vanquishing

so somewhere you walk
while I am here alone
do you feel my love from there
while I am pining?

it doesn't really matter
speech is foolish
emotion is the key
but why do I feel so tight
yet thoughts so unfettered
is this a sign of a heart
dying?

I'll be waiting

Hush, dearling, please don’t you cry
The time has come and I must be gone

Hush dearling, please don’t you sigh
The sun has set and I must be home

Where I’ve gone is Heaven
A place fill with birds, trees and
yes, even cats
Here, see me, waiting here
by the brook we used to walk

Where I am is sunny and open
A place filled with water, bones and
yes, interesting smells
Here, see me, waiting here
by the fence we used to stand

Keep my rug
You’ll need it for the younger ones
Keep my picture
I like it when you show your friends
But most of all
Keep my ball
I’ll need it when I see you
For that game of tug-o-war
While the sun sets
While the time passes
I won’t budge
I’ll be right here
Waiting for you


~ How I'd like to think of what all my beloved dogs feel when they leave me. For Pua and Averie and the whole family, I'm sure this is what Shanahan feels.