
At the end of all things
shall you be with me,
whatever it may bring,
whatever we see?
Will we hold trembl’ing hands,
hold close, true, one heart?
Shall we wave wizard’s wand,
Forever impart?
You are my End, my Life,
my Conscience, my Death,
You my Hope through all strife,
my Pulse, my own Breath.
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013















Simple Pleasures
/ March 17, 2013I do love this- Excellent poetry, Eric
Eric
/ March 17, 2013Thanks so much for stopping by!