A Fresh Endeavour

So now I've taken leave of life, I thought you'd like to know, I still Possess a mind in love, oh wife; A soulful eye to catch a show of Silent beauty – ever yours; An ear to pick the metaphors Of tonal dance in words you say, Grasp a thought in verse you pray Inside your head, bemused of mind, Softly mournful, intertwined with Understanding tears. I'll drift a whisper o'er to you To tell that I am quietly calm; Keeping time till your adieu To flesh, upon the carol of a Psalm of consummation. Now! A fresh endeavour – we're forever One together, resting yonder, Cross our open plane of blue. Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009 death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death