A short, easy read poem about death coming into view. |
-Direction and Course- by Keaton Foster Upon a fence Westward Hence Not near me Opposing degrees Conflicting directions Opposition drawn From such perspective Only an outline Of his tortured shape Can be clearly seen A shadowy array Devoid of finer detail There is just enough To know who he is And the nature Of such symbolism Wings stretched out Piercing eyes Bridging the divide He can see my soul Into the depths Of my heart and mind Ready he’ll know When the time is right He’ll take flight Soaring towards the heavens He’ll make a sharp Downward turn Right in my direction Circling just above For a few final moments He’ll give me my last chance At making any kind of peace And then When he lands close I’ll be done Deceased And thus released Once his duty is complete He’ll again take flight Back toward the heavens Long before his destination He’ll again change course Landing just out of another’s view Waiting as he always does The nature of his charge demands That the time must be right Because even death itself Cannot be rushed… Direction and Course Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |