A Lesson In Dying

Eyes, they are the silent gateway to the soul.

They begin to fade with time – losing their light.

Relinquishing now do they the tenderness of their hold.

Conversation then becomes touch –

For our words fail those that to hearts so softly speak.

No more is dying worth living

Nor is it living to the death we all shall see.

Thus should not our souls ever and forever gather?

As unto the darkness which comes hither to our shore?

Should not the wanting of living surpass the will of dying?

For by this in spirits united we shall search our end nevermore.

J. Allen Wilson © 4/30/2011