Close Your Eyes My 
Darling
   by 
Lisa Paris
      
Warning: Death fiction.  
 
 
 
 
 
 Close your
eyes my darling.
 Close your eyes 
and drift away.
  
 You’ve fought
so long and fought so hard,
 but the battles 
done, the war is lost.
 Surrender to the 
softness of the darkness, the oblivion that’s free from pain and fever, from 
struggle and fear.
 
 Let go.
 
 I’m here for you; 
I’ll never leave you.
 
 Not until your 
eyes have long since closed forever,
 
 not until the
frost has touched your skin, the breath has left your lungs.
 
 I’ll never leave 
you.
 
 I’ll hold you
like I hold you now.
 
 So close against 
my breast like a mother with her son, as a woman holds her lover.
 
 And in my dreams 
you are that lover, just as you have been from the first.
 
 From the very
first day that you stepped down from that Stage.
 
 I wanted you then, 
to touch your skin, to see your blue-eyes sparkle just for me.
 
 But I was a child 
and you were a man.
 
 You were my hero, 
bold and dangerous !
 
 You spoke to me 
softly and teased me gently,
 
 brought me bunches 
of prairie flowers after a day on the range………………
 
 Helped me peg
out the washing on the line, peeled potatoes with me as we laughed together
in the kitchen.
 
 A brother by proxy, 
and always my friend.
 
 Infuriating and 
stubborn, single-minded and proud.
 
 Oh how I feared 
for you, fretted over you, and clock- watched each time you went away.
 
 And always I loved 
you.
 
 Dear God, how
I loved you !
 
 Watched as you 
stripped off your shirt at the pump-handle, weary and dust-covered from a 
day on the range.
 
 Water sparkling 
on your brown skin, the clean lines of your body and flexure of your muscles.
 
 You have always 
been so beautiful.
 
 You take my breath 
away.
 
 And I’d watch, 
my heart pounding, as you glistened in the sun.
 
 Hair sleek as
a seals, sinews strong and corded like a panther.
 
 How I longed to 
touch you.
 
 To run my hands 
across your bare chest, to trace the definition of those muscles, taste the 
rose-coloured sensitivity of your nipples on my tongue…………….
 
 Touch you.
 
 Taste you.
 
 Feel your strong 
hands on my body.
 
 God I wanted you.
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 And I’ll want
you forever.
 
 Even when you’re 
gone.
 
 And I always knew 
that one-day, I would lose you.
 
 You were always 
too reckless, took too many chances,
 
 fought-in too
many lost causes.
 
 And however brave 
you were, however strong, however fast, there were always those who sought 
to take you down.
 
 Time and time
again you defied the odds.
 
 How many times 
I sat in vigil over you !
 
 Counting your
breaths and the rise and fall of your chest, soothing your fevers and easing
your pains.
 
 Could you ever 
tell, and did you never know in all those nightmare days and hours, just how
much I loved you ?
 
 That I didn’t
want to be your little sister ?
 
 Did you ever really 
notice, did you never really see?
 
 that I’m not a 
child anymore.
 
 Not the little 
sister you teased so unmercifully or defended so quixotically ?
 
 That I didn’t
want your protection or your help round the Estancia !
 
 No.
 
 I wanted your
arms around me.
 
 Your body against 
mine.
 
 The feel of your 
long brown fingers in my hair, across my scalp………………
 
 Your mouth on
my lips, on my face, 
 
 on my skin………………
 
 Warm breath mingling, 
soft flesh touching, quiet voice whispering that you love me,
 
 you want me,
 
 that you’ll be 
mine forever……………
 
 I wanted your
secrets, your pain and your memories.
 
 I wanted to take 
them and wipe them all away.
 
 To be the one
who stole the heartache from your eyes !
 
 Such blue, blue 
eyes.
 
 I wanted it all, 
wanted you all.
 
 Wanted it so badly 
that how could you never know ?
 
 And now it’s all 
too late.
 
 Too late to tell 
you and too late to have you, except in my dreams, except in my heart.
 
 A captive forever.
 
 The echo of a
dream .
 
  
 
  
 
  
 
 Close your 
eyes my darling.
 
 Go softly 
to the night.
 
  
 
 The candle 
flickers at your bedside like the last light of your soul.
 
 Fragile 
and insubstantial, the dying of the flame.
 
 I remember 
when they brought you home.
 
 Broken
and bleeding, tortured and tormented.
 
 The monsters 
that did this have paid for their huge crime, but not before they’d wrought 
their savage evil.
 
 And you 
fought.
 
 How you 
fought !
 
 You strained 
and struggled so hard for your life, to live, 
 
 to come 
back to us, and never let us down.
 
 You always 
were so very scared you’d let us down.
 
 And we
fought so hard to keep you too. 
 
 How we
hoped and prayed you’d make it !
 
 Bargained 
and pleaded with God !
 
 But in
those days, there was still hope then.
 
 Hope that 
you’d recover despite the awful gravity of your injuries.
 
 Hope despite 
the terror in my soul.
 
 Hope that 
love alone would beat it !
 
 A miracle 
would happen, and you’d survive the odds again………………
 
 But it
was not to be.
 
 Not this 
time.
 
 You were 
just too badly broken. 
 
 Just too 
badly hurt. 
 
 And the 
fever raged inside you and filled your lungs with fluid.
 
 The sickly 
sweet infection that poisoned your neglected wounds, and grew too strong to
fight……………
 
 But how 
we kept on praying for you.
 
 The desperation 
hard as stones inside our hearts, 
 
 the denial 
holding back all rationale as we told each other how tough you were.
 
 What a
fighter you were.
 
 How once 
again, we knew you’d win this battle.
 
 But it
was not to be.
 
 Your father 
and your brother cannot face it. 
 
 So lost 
and swamped with grief they’re barely functioning.
 
 One filled 
with guilty sorrow and regret.
 
 One filled 
with disbelief and bereavement. 
 
 To have 
what was so recently his, taken so cruelly from him.
 
 And I’ll 
be there for them both when it’s over.
 
 When you 
no longer need me anymore.
 
 But I’m 
the practical one.
 
 Your little 
practical one.
 
 Practical, 
pragmatic and capable, I can’t afford to crumble till you’re gone.
 
 Not whilst 
I can give you comfort in the nights and soothe your agonies in the days.
 
 Cool your 
burning forehead, bathe your raging body, ease your cruel hurts.
 
 In these, 
your final days, you are so truly mine.
 
 Mine and 
mine alone.
 
 Every part 
of you, each intimate inch of your body. 
 
 All the 
creases and folds, softnesses and hidden places…………………
 
 Every bit 
of you is mine in a bittersweet gift of parting.
 
 A lonely 
benison of sorrow.
 
  
  
 
  
 
 And now, this
is the last night.
 
 I know it in my 
soul. 
 
 Your breathing 
slow and shallow, skin so cold and dry.
 
 I trace the tiny 
blue veins on your eyelids.
 
 Fluttery and patterned 
like a butterfly’s wing……………
 
 Lashes long and 
feathery, 
 
 slightly curled……………
 
 Your head is heavy 
on my breast, 
 
 the pain is heavy 
in my heart.
 
 Already, you’re 
half gone.
 
 I sense your spirit’s 
gradual departing as though you sense my hurt and wish that you could mend 
it.
 
 Nothing ever will 
again.
 
 The candlelight 
gleams on your silken hair as I make us more comfortable against the pillows, 
pull you closer into my arms where you always should have been.
 
 Press my lips
against your hair so soft as baby-down.
 
 I hope that you 
know peace here.
 
 I hope you know 
you’re loved.
 
 Oh dear God, how 
you’re loved !
 
 My tears fall
on your face now, silent silver rain.
 
 I want to stop 
you going, but I want to end your pain .
 
 You’ve fought
so long and hard now; I just want to end your pain……………
 
 Did you never
guess I loved you ?
 
 I have nothing 
left to lose now, nothing left to gain.
 
  
 
 “ I love you so 
much, I always have…………”
 
  
 
 I whisper the
words and tell you my heart, 
 
 gift you the words 
as the last I can offer.
 
  
 
 “ Always, from 
the first, as a woman loves a man. 
 
 I love you so
much……………”
 
  
 
 I feel your breath 
like a sobbing sigh, 
 
 light and insubstantial 
as a ghost’s, as I realise with a heartbeat that you’ve opened your eyes.
 
 Did you hear me, 
do you know now ?
 
 I kiss your forehead 
with a sigh.
 
 Your lips move, 
soundless, silently against me, 
 
 soft as a flower 
petal, as I strain to hear your words.
 
 Blue eyes lucid.
 
 The first time 
in weeks, untainted by delirium, but dull, 
 
 the light dying…………
 
  
 
 “ Teresa…………”
 
  
 
 My name like a 
whisper, the wind through the trees.
 
 Soft in the Spanish 
style, gentle and beautiful, 
 
 a caress on your 
tongue.
 
 I bend my head 
closer.
 
  
 
 “ Yes love, I
hear you.”
 
  
 
 “ Te amo Teresa, 
Te amo…………”
 
  
 
 Those words, so 
sweet, too sweet, too late…………
 
 You are leaving.
 
 I sense your departing.
 
 The essence of 
you slipping inexorably across the veil.
 
  
 
 “ No veo………”
 
  
 
 But your eyes
are still open.
 
 Your beautiful 
azure eyes are still open.
 
  
 
 “ Close your eyes 
my darling, close your eyes and drift away…………”
 
  
 
  
 
 And your lids
drop and shut forever.
 
 Your breath stills 
and stops forever.
 
 My heart alone 
and cold forever.
 
 As I hold you
‘till dawns grey light.
 
  
 
 
 
 Lisa Paris.  July 2002.
     
     
THE END