David’s Candle

 

I close my eyes and I tried to sleep.

But away my mind wandered, and my thoughts start to creep.

 

If I had kept my promise I made the year before,

If I had only known what the future had in store.

 

When I closed my eyes, his back I did see.

I could not see his face; he was looking away from me.

 

“David,” I said, “Turn around to me now.

I wish I had been there. I would have saved you somehow.”

 

“I can’t turn around,” He said. “That’s the past, don’t you see?

I’m looking at the future, it’s the way it has to be.”

 

“I don’t want this future,” I said as I cried,

“I want you here with me, I need you by my side.”

 

His voice turned soft as he whispered to me,

“I am always there, I’m in everything you see.”

 

“Our lives are like candles, that flicker though time.

Your life is not yours, and my life was not mine.”

 

“Our candles touch others, and the light passes on:

What matters is who we touch, on this journey we are on.”

 

“As long as the light is being passed on,

I will always be near, I am not ever gone.”

 

I could see then as the dark turned to light

There were candles burning and they were burning so bright.

 

Each candle was a person in his life he did touch.

They all loved him, as I loved him so much.

 

“Now I must go,” He said with a sigh,

“But I want you to remember, this is not a good-bye.”

 

“We will all be together, on a day far away.

Don’t cry for me now, I am awaiting that day.”

 

“All the candles will keep going as the lights are burning strong,

And never forget that the light passes on.”

 

I reached for him then to show how much I care.

As I reached for his shoulder, all I touched was the air.

 

I started to cry, as I knew he was gone.

But I know that he’s right, the light has to pass on.

 

So, remember David, as you laugh and you cry.

Remember his words, it is never good-bye.