Love's End

My stride below these changing skies
Change not for lack of thee,
Though in my mind a hundred miles
Could be but a step to me-
Tell me not good_bye, dear one,
And wish me not so well...
For what is there the journey's end
If but naught a tale to tell-
My skies, they be so cloudy now,
But, I somehow realize
That I, no matter that I cry,
Shall greet my great surmise-
For Death to one in pain un_told
Is not a death at all
But release from this my misery
As I and Death do fall-