Passing Soul

Sights and sounds and experiences as death arrives.

Passing Soul

by

Richard Vance


Still, I am, I think…
Could it finally be my time?
Looking, feeling, smelling...
Just be in the here and now!
They are all around me once again so
I take small deep breaths.
Satin fingers brush my face.
I’m so overwhelmed!
I’m so afraid!
A lonely heartbeat thumping in my ears,
I feel the slightest breeze upon my skin.
Heavy air cries out loud.
My teardrops fall.
A silent melody surrounds me;
Hugs me…
Lingering memories rise.
A sympathetic sunset bleeds into a velvet sky.
Burning…Blurring…Sliding...
What’s left of day hangs just out of reach.
Silhouettes…Shadows…Ashen clouds
All blend together into one.
Dark but still alive, I think.
Sipping pastel scenes…
Whispering souls…
So quickly images come and go.
Death stands not all that far away.
Silence.
The world just turns off the lights and
The angels sleep at last…