I Leave .... It is My Time

I need to leave, no anguish, no trace of being
Of having unreservedly experienced and loved
I must not tarry, nor linger for the final scene
As I was never ‘comfy’ with any saddened word
I need to fly this land, leave no imprint on sand
As silently as a whisper, without sign - unheard
Turn pages in an Album - if you must
Remember with a smile, but leave no frame
As comprehension of the ‘once that was’
Would unsuspectingly - freely gather dust
Do not fear for me, as I have severed earthly ties
I cannot change or trick the mechanism
Nor ponder on the contrite ‘might have been’
As I - just I, perceived what lay before my eyes.
Wrong or Right - I was my ‘jury’ it would seem
No feigned regret or impassioned woe implore
Its time to leave - I now entreat you please
Say ‘Farewell’ and softly close the door!

(c) Ruth Van Gramberg

Little Pebbles and Stepping Stones
Compositions from the hea
by Ruth Van Gramberg - 2005
Last modified on Wednesday, 23 September 2015 21:59