Beckoning Voice

The day’s eyes closing bidding goodnight Stroking the skies bitter reddish copper Wind arrested folklore settling low Lit only by the soft blushing of candlelight My final stanza is penned for me The bounty of my lifetime in toil Strewn wearily about yet I am gratified Back to the beginning at last I’m beckoned The wonder of life sweetly consecrated Eons of drudgery sit pure upon my crest The symphony strings echoing dully Life’s eminence now infinitely darkened Those earthbound lament over me Their salty sacrifices fall a blessing The attribute of living sits grimly Yielding with each burdened exhale, venerated I fight ahead awaiting those whispers A final focused moment of noble dignity Delaying but an instant to express…before My spirit answers back in perpetual silence