There is no death. What we think of as death is merely one of life’s greatest transitions. — Marie Corelli
I am here, alive on the edge of nowhere
with a mind full of almost forgotten memories
in an aging vessel of an uncertain duration.
I have lived my life as fully as I know how
with moments of despair and overwhelming joy
both now lingering as equals in a life
untouched by glory, riches or fame
yet one for which I am most grateful.
If I were to give definition to this life,
I am a poet at heart, a philosopher by education,
a writer by desire and a believer still
in miracles, for I have been blessed with many.
I read, I write, I think, and I dream.
Love has been a sometime companion but
those who loved me, loved me well in this dance
of bodies between the earth and the stars.
When I leave this world, as all things do,
I will raise my voice to howl at the full moon
and shed just one more tear for those forgotten.
I will reach across the mountains and then the seas
to touch for the last time those who touched me.
Then I will return here to my home on the
edge of nowhere and feast on my new existence.