Goodbye is not the end; it is a welcome bend, in your journey upon the land.

To those who follow your steps, time is an hourglass filled with liquid sand.

Goodbye cannot be the end, it is a song and a sigh. A whisper, maybe a lie.

Save your tears, allay your fears, till you see your loved ones again.

Goodbye does not mean the end; There will be a final bow, as the curtain falls.

Goodbye will bring a fresh start, some words you say 'fore you part.

Till you welcome death as a friend, drawing your last breath, and even then...

Goodbye will not mean the end; Your spirit will forever dance on the wind.

I'll see you in my dreams, near and far, on the waves or in the stars.

Goodbye my love; Good bye.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Ero, in the year 949 AF.