The Winds Silent Sigh

 

It is the dawn of my days, and I stand-alone

battered, beaten, a weary soul

only those that know, will my stories be known.

 

There are gray-black threads in my hair

I have to prepare to bid this world farewell with care.

Memories, they dance like shadows at night

a kaleidoscope of moments, some hard some light.

 

I've watched the sunrise, hundreds, thousands of times

feeling the rhythm of life, tinkling like chimes.

Now it is quiet, no music in my fading years,

I have to face my Maker, and confront my fears.

 

Yes, the time has come, and I must say goodbye,

the Lord has called my name, let my spirit fly.

God only knows of the valleys and peaks

witnessing the joy that my heartbeat seeks.

 

As the sun dips below the horizon's line,

I embrace the end, knowing my destiny will be fine.

I have the faces of my loved ones, etched in my mind

their laughter, their tears, there word to me kind.

 

I will carry them with me, destination unknown

the Lord will be with me, I will not be alone.

So ... no tears for me, do not let them fall

you will know me by the soft winds gentle call.

 

I will whisper to you, hear me, a rustle in the trees,

feel me, my presence, in the soft summer breeze.

Life, a tapestry woven with threads so fine

reveals now, a farewell, a silent sign.

 

I will welcome my death with its infinite embrace,

as I journey to a mansion in another time and space.

Goodbye, Raph and Renee, the time is nigh

I will be gone with the Lord for eternity, I shall not die.

 

For in your hearts that I leave behind

a part of me always and forever, in the winds silent sigh.

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-Peter