My boat shall be leaving soon, I know.
You cannot be there when I go.
I will not feel your warm embrace,
You must not even show your face.

But I have heard your secret sigh,
And your promise not to say “goodbye.”
I know that you will follow soon
Where sunrays kiss the cold, gray moon.

There, on the land of Forevermore,
I’ll eagerly wait upon the shore.
Embracing at last where none may chide,
We are free to love on the Other Side.