How cloudy can ones eyes grow

As the force of life ceases to glow

As though in a steamed mirror we see

All that our essence will be

Do we flash back to times long ago

Do we happen upon all things we wished to know

Shall the meaning of something now past

Come like blinding light to me at last

I blink away the tears

No, these are not due to fear

Only in revelation of what I have become

So near to the end and nearer to no one

What a journey I have shared

Those around me who loved me and cared

Whose soft whispers now hold me to life

Those whose grief feels my heart with strife

A shudder as I close my eyes again

I vaguely feel the squeeze upon my hand

Whom is this friend that in such a time as this

Would stand resolute because it is my wish

How peaceful it is in my mind

Yet no light does mine eyes find

No sinking down into the abyss

No soft light hearted uplifting kiss

Just warm and cradled in a tender embrace

Whose hand now caresses my face

Such a gentle touch and softly placed

With the love and tenderness I am graced

And then the release comes

How brief the pain but it rips the soul

I want to hold on, but forced to let go

And in seconds maybe hours

In years or lifetimes

One really doesnt fathom

I am one

No long past families running to me

No ghosts of the past do I see

Yet all I am and I am all

And yet I feel the final call

It is .. end times

Dave