
Just one last look before turning
Toward the sun, leaving behind
My world, for which I'm yearning.
Oh Death you are so unkind.
Once again I wish to feel mortal
Senses: touch, sight, sound, and taste
Forever gone, as through this cosmic portal
I pass, and my new world I embrace.
Lush green Spring days, ne'er I'll see again,
No watching the first blooms appear.
No more scent of lavender and roses in
The air: Oh how I loved that time of year.
Blazing red-hot summer days were spent
Splashing about in oceans blue;
Licking chocolate ice cream cones,
Walking white, sandy beaches with you.
The autumn leaves, gold and red,
Dancing a tango above our heads,
Then softly falling to the ground
To fuel the bonfires glowing all around.
Then came winter, white and cold.
You kept me warm, wrapped in your soul.
Our passions burned, igniting a flame
That no longer will I be able to claim.
For the Pale Rider, with his ashen grim face
Atop his ghostly nightmarish steed
Claims another soul from this earthly place
From her mortal coil, he has freed.
Quick, press your face against the window pane
So I may once more see your eyes of blue,
And kiss the imprint of your lips
Before all memory of me fades from you.
About the Creator
Ramona Scott
Poet, writer, musician and broadcast hostess of RamonaSpeaks:theOtherTruth on various streaming venues.




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