Death Is Not The End

I have cried my tears for you today.
I'll shed more tomorrow.

Tears of the joy of calling you friend.
And of knowing your ascension was not the end.

I miss you Sheena Eve.
I miss your truths.
I miss you Sheena Eve.
For your words led me back to my roots.

I will cry each day,
A different way.
And in my heart,
You shall forever stay.

And when my time of Ascension arrives,
For at the round, you shall sit by my side.

And we will raise our glass high in the air,
And thank the Gods that we are there.

And my tears will fall that one last time,
For the sins of my past are erased from the mind.

I miss you my friend,
As I have missed no other.
Sad to admit,
Greater than my Mother.

Heaven exists in the minds of man,
In poetry and the tales of time.
Yet, you exist on the celestial plain.
Sparkling in the Light it gave.

So for now I'll wipe away these tears,
And remember days of past years.
I await the day we do embrace,
For then I shall know,
I won this race.