One Last Time…

I wish I’d seen you one last time
I could at least have said goodbye
held you, told you that you were mine.

Here I am now well past my prime
yet when I dwell on you I cry,
I wish I’d seen you one last time

to print your image and refine
your angels face on my mind’s eye,
held you, told you that you were mine.

My Summer is in steep decline,
mulberry days are drawing nigh;
I wish I’d seen you one last time,

our spirits may yet intertwine
out from this mortal coil could I
Hold you, tell you that you are mine?

Death may not be our end of line;
together we may get to fly
yet, I wish I’d seen you one last time
Held you, told you that you were mine.