My brother wrote this when he heard his wife’s terminal diagnosis and she was very ill.
It’s called Fading Dreams.
The darkness closes round in somber folds;
Brooding menacing it locks me in its holds
Like a tunnel with no end, bereft of light.
For you my heart , my joy have taken flight
And passed beyond the reach of my embrace.
Now and forever lost without a trace.
And now only the bitter-sweet footfall
Of memories shall be my all in all.
I linger on my life an open door
That leads to nothing much and nothing more.
There’s nowhere else to run, no place to hide.
Except my heart where you’ll be locked inside
In burning bonds of love whose golden beams
Will light the embers of my fading dreams.