Drifting

Dancing across the sky,

I wave goodbye to each falling star.

And as I slowly slip away,

Knowing that this was my last day,

in this world,

I send a kiss to each tree,

all of the animals and winding streams.

How I will miss the song of birds,

the chirp of grasshoppers and the sizzle of fire,

The coolness of rain and the wind of a storm.

All this i will miss and more.

I smile one last time at the grass,

the morning due, and the white clouds in the sky.

For all of this I say goodbye.

Not knowing what truly lies ahead,

Now that I am close to dead.

I drift away.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

Wow!! You want to know how clearly I connect to this poem of yours? When you find the time, read my "In the Wakes" poem, and it sounds like this one. I really love the way you word this poem of yours and speak so beautifully in tragic verse!! You are beautiful...... xoxo -Mark