Reconciling In Time

Back and forth, feelings and emotions rocking in a mental rocking chair, relieving inner stress, hearing whispers calling me to the edge of life. Showing depths just ahead of where death is at, winter snow falling within it, toching wonder and awe with it's cold, icy hands. Feeling cooled, taking time to reconcile where I want to be, having positive sides of heaven with negative thoughts lying here on earth through life. Acquiescing my being, leaving self open to depths of my death on sunsetical horizons, right in front of me this very moment.