To some, my years on earth may be many
but to me too few.
So much more to be done,
so many more steps
and trails to traverse.
There are songs a many
that I've yet to sing,
so many sounds and sights
mine eyes yet to capture.
The gentleness of hands
left to be gently grasped,
words from my heart
Chilled mornings arising with my soul
awakening and awaiting for the days sharing
of hugs and kisses from loved ones,
accumulating anecdotal moments,
their laughter, their tears
their smiles, even their wiles,
for this, I wish to be around.
Soon, once again, I will be placed asleep,
a sharp edge will remove
the malady, the pain so long within
that has kept my eyes from closing at night
capturing the dreams, the embellished stories,
of what my life is and has yet to be.
If my time has come to sleep and awaken no more
in this mundane world, then hopefully,
other eyes will read my words,
Loved ones will embrace our fond memories
remembering of how our hearts beat as one.