October 5, 2017

When I am old,

And called across the sea,

And beauty, peace, and ecstasy unfold,

Make no sad laments for me.


A quiet shore awaits,

Those long passed, I’ll meet again,

Within majestic open gate,

The happiest I'll ever be.


I'll walk the pathway,

Abounding sights,

Shoreline blue and silver gray,

Days and nights now finite.


And when you come

And call and look for me

Follow the silence to my sanctum

On the shore along the sea.


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