The Last breath

The last breath
has gone.
The last sleep
has begun.

This weight I own,
upon my shoes.
Lifting them up, you know
life hasn’t begun.

Old letters I read.
Your voice I hear.
But without a sound
I know you are near.

Where our love remains
with you today.
Our memories forever
are contained.

I open my eyes to see
all you did for me.
Here I find beauty
in amongst our sorrow.

This chapter maybe closed,
but in our hearts and minds,
a new one has begun.
Always to remind-

us to tell a simple truth:
how he loved us all
and the time was right,
for him to give up,
his final fight.

Just Magic

There's nothing like the smell of burnt wood in my hair! When you've camped out over night with a bonfire. The general atmosphere of camping where your cold and all your clothes damp, the warmth of that camp fire blazing on your face i adore. The crisp smell of a forest at night time, where you can smell the cold breathing against your ears. Wrapped up warm, with a marshmallow on the end of a stick and baked potatoes hidden by foil thrown into the depth of the fire. Where, through the gap in the trees above you, you see stars shining bright a million light years away. Whispers of "Ce soir on va voir les etoiles" and the tip of your nose is pink with excitment. The temperature rapidly drops, so you edge closer to your friends. A burning, magical glow engulfs you and you can't help but smile through the bitter cold.