I want to journey on with you,
through forests, glens, and dancing streams,
but you shall take a journey, friend,
that I can only see in dreams.
How loved, how loved, how deeply loved
your name has been with countless here,
and in my heart, I hold it close,
and there it shall not disappear.
I shall not sing you empty songs
of platitudes that know no pain,
but in this place, my voice is raised
to honour you...again...again.
Oldtoby, thank you for your heart
that made this realm both rich and good,
and I shall wait for you some day
on sunlit plain and cooling wood.
My sincerest love,
Parm
