Last Day

Last Day

While I sat facing the warm gentle breeze.
I thought about what I wanted to say.
Have just one simple question, if you please.
I'm asking of you, is this my last day?

I want all forms of life to be okay.
Anyone care, our world about to change?
Are many things not understood at play.
Does it seem like i'm mentally deranged?

I seem to some how, enlighten the strange.
Believing there are no boundaries, limits.
Everlasting souls cannot be contained.
The whole body is free from its spirit.

Will never know until sweet death has come,
It's just like brightness of a fading sun.

(Spenserian)