His journey is far beyond the realm of which we know
but the weary, old man must make it now alone
As he walks his gentle path, he turns to glance once more
looking back at years of all he's loved and known

Slowly he bares down and walks a little more
Gazing back at memories of times from way before
But his light is growing dimmer now...sifting thru life's sand
holding onto faded photographs in the corners of his mind.

His journey is far beyond the realm of which we know
but the weary, old man must make it now alone
As he walks his gentle path, he turns to glance once more
looking back at years of all he's loved and known

Fleeting in the distance is a glimmer of a glow
The old man stops to take a peek to see if he should go
further in his travel — further into the unknown
But he knows, he must make this journey alone

Fading now, the years go faster with a blink of an eye
Now the old man knows what waits him 'pon the other side
Not a suitcase in hand, nor attaché case under arm
He walks an endless mile into a fresh, new dawn

Lighter by the second, his steps come faster now
way beyond his crowning passage — breath fleeting in and out
With a flutter of his eyes, and a hint of precognition
the old man takes his final step before his destination

His journey is far beyond the realm of which we know
but the weary, old man must make it now alone
As he walks his gentle path, he turns to glance once more
looking back at years of all he's loved and known

Now he enters the dimension — he's lived so long to see
far beyond the farthest reaches of life
far beyond you and me
Into a sacred realm — of which we'll only come to know
when we make our journeys alone
like old men did before

 © LadyCamelot 2003

Author's note: ' This was written for my father the year we nearly lost him.'

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