in the Summerlands
we’ll dance, and laugh and sing.
Play all day long under bright blue skies…
Climb trees to sit amongst the birds, and swing…
Someday in the Summerlands, Hands clasped,
we’ll run along the sand
splashing in the foaming waves.
A thousand games, an endless feast…
kisses, like a vast and starry sky…
And we will not wonder why
our time here was so brief,
our bright joy so laced with grief.
Forever you will dance within our hearts,
so do not mind our salty tide.
We’ve each of us a tender space within,
still sore from that sudden parting stride.
Tis not empty, though this is how it aches,
but filled with our love, folded like thick blankets,
to warm and shelter you along the way…
gifts freely given, yours to take…
Don’t linger for our sake!
Run ahead on that bright trail!
We’ll meet again. Dance, hand in hand,
Share many a long and winding tale…
Someday… in the Summerland.
Zakary Hayden Katruska March 10, 2005- August 5, 2008 ~ A bright light gone too soon