The Last Journey
for nothing loved is ever lost or perished…
When the Queen’s journey is over, gather the ashes of the souls who walked beside her and weave them with her own.
Carry what remains of us to the highest mountain, where the sea glimmers beyond the trees and the sky stretches forever.
Scatter us among the heather and the wild grasses. Let us run together once more, free and light beneath the endless blue.
For we belonged to one another long before words, and long after words have faded, we will belong to one another still, beneath the countless stars and the endless sky.
For the Tiny Kingdom was woven from muddy paws and tender hearts, from love and loss, and from all the paths we walked together.
And somewhere beyond sight, where joyful hearts run beneath the endless sky, they wait among the heather and the stars.
For nothing loved is ever lost or perished.