One Last

One Last           

When you stand at the river Styx
 waiting for Charon's skiff
I'll be there, smile affixed,
 whistling one last riff.

I will hold out my hand
 and bow most graciously
hoping you take it,
 have one last dance for me.

And the stars will hum
 and the angels strum
  and the ferryman nod his head,
 our souls finally well fed.

And the reed will whisper with the winds
 and river ever onward flow
One last look before the Lethe's sweet kiss
 trouble no more will we know.                      JAM 12/13/08