“Tomorrows” by C.S. Lewis, read at Oxford crematorium on 27 March 2009

After this day has darkened and gone And I wake to the rest of my life I shall think of the times and the places we saw When we were together in life And I know I shall visit those places we loved And walk by the fields and the sea Where you and I spent our happiest hours And somehow you’ll be there with me. If I go through the woods to the top of the hill Or run barefoot over the sand I shall hear your voice in the wind, my love, And feel the touch of your hand. And people who see me on my own As they pass me on the track Might wonder why, if I’m really alone, I pause sometimes and look back To where the roadside trees are blurred By the early evening mist; I’ll be waiting for you to catch up, my love, From where you’ve stopped to rest.