Gently I Go
Gently I go
conceding a defeat I have never known before
like the robin to nest, the star to sky, the quill
to the words painted on the pages of my soul
I like best
Gently I leave
not looking back over my shoulder; head and eyes cast down
watching the forward motion of departing steps
like precognitive dreams, or the sting of impending tears,
or the pain of thunderous beats from a breaking heart
ripping at the seams
Gently I die
like the stars that race across the sky; unknowing of their fate
content to leave a spectral streak, a glorious show, a shimmering trail
like vespers, like spoken words or broken promises, like drying tears
like so many a death, so beautiful in their agony; mourners shall mourn
in a final gasping breath
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