mine eyes rarely close in peaceful sleep, for i ponder
moment to moment~ as my years are fewer ahead
of me than those behind, i grapple with the notion
of not having my consciousness of being me~
i do not fear that i will die, but will be grieved of no
longer, smelling, touching, feeling, loving those of
whom i love and of the earthly things of which i care
wherefore, of my absence here, where will i be, and
will the memories that someone has of me or me of
them, will they be entailed of my consciousness, of me?
in that i sincerely believe that love is the essence of all
that exists, and having witnessed love, in its many forms,
will i remain in existence in love’s universal spiritual realm,
when i am gone?