Choosing the Inevitable

Stolen, these blind eyed windows Shut by distant years gone by But before the curtain is drawn Reflect on warmth shone ever so often As my mind sees the wonders That the eyes were robbed of so long ago Remember to bow ‘fore the spotlight grows dim For the sun will set And the final curtain will fall (Tattered in crimson velvet…my favorite) To cover me with peace and fulfillment In the cold of winter nights It’s warmer in the burrows of the underground Safely nestled in burrows of the eternal The surface will spell new growth Intentioned screams of encore Will promise rotation forever more I take solace in this, my last moments Sending prayers over plains Accompanied by plights of curtain calls And as the last tear escapes my eye To rose color cheeks with reality And shield a tired and parched soul with dusk Darkness awaits to shake hands with the lifeless I think it’s about time to lean back a little further But before I fall into the trusting arms of death I shan’t forget to open my eyes And smile