“…but what if I should die before my time?”
--Then everyone I
leave behind
will have more leisure
to amend
memories, to paint
anew
the picture of this life; I’d find
the picture of this life; I’d find
ways to hide in
dreams unsought,
in their new found
imaginings,
adding texture to a gentling
dark
that soothes all
grieving senseless numb.
What if I knew the very
day?
That secret would I most
deny.
Every hour already holds
all the hurts the
world may bring:
times endured with
fair surprise,
a shrug perhaps, or
nodding wise,
to note the transit of
all things.
I would not tax our slender
joys
with my precipitous
goodbyes.
And what would be the
final wish?
I would not cling to
easy hopes
of saints and raptures
waiting by.
I mean to quietly
greet the night,
with modesty and middling
calm,
to gaze on the
receding light
‘til life’s safe
harbor slips from sight,
and all distinctions
disappear.
Savoring peace as
clamors flee,
the thought of you still
standing near.
(A new post for Imaginary
Gardens With Real Toads
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/
and d’Verse OLN
www.dversepoets.com)
