A Time And A Place
This is a good time and place to say goodbye.
I am at peace with all those things
That seek to disrupt my simple life.
One by one I have put them aside
And sit here in the moment.
The sun rests a gentle hand
Upon my face and arms.
A gentle breeze caresses me.
Thoughts dance here and there,
Their beckoning offer no urgency.
Tunes of haunting Ceol Mor
Drift upon the air.
The scent of new rain upon the grass
Rises up to meet me.
What more could I ask
But a few moments more of this?
But then, if my wish were granted,
What might intrude to bring this moment
To an abrupt, untimely end?
This moment is suffice unto itself,
So a brief and graceful exit
Would not be unwelcome guest.