The Last Day

The Last Day

Standing alone on the edge of life
that final day, before came the strife
it was then she approached without a word
and spoke to my soul in ways of unheard
there for so a brief time
she revealed to me her sinless mind
that I might glimpse what would never be mine
and then, amidst mist muddled memories
she, so wild, so free
an untethered and untameable marsh wraith, did flee
backlit, and moon gold maned
dissolving soundlessly into her sea
and the last day waned

DSC July 2019