Solitude

Alone in silence of grey,

Alone in the soft touch of eternity,

Alone in death at last.

Here I lie too weary to rise,

Awaiting the Angel of Death,

To rest now and forever.

On the cusp of life,

Recounting my joys …my sorrows,

Prepared to go easily into that great beyond.

In the gentle arms of my love,

Alone at last in bliss