Leaving

[Jean Parks 17/03/1937 – 02/11/2022]

On the edge

of midnight

moon glances

left to right

the stars

are imminent.

Up there beyond

the veil your angel

is waiting.

He’s here now

your sunshine

your little boy

that one true love

transcending time.

His hand’s in yours

the years fly by

& you are back

at the beginning.

The moon’s

obscured

this night is short

it’s time to go

& yet

you’re loathe

to leave:

those deep

grey eyes

linger.

The planet’s

shift, snuff

out  a life,

but love

carries you

with it.

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