Journey To Eternity

Even the gulls have ceased their squawking V-formations over eerie, calm seas Is it you? The ferryboat man? Making your way across waters without breeze No lapping waves, sand fine as silt Makes no sound as I leave footprints A misty morning, no shells crack ‘neath my feet The red orb rises, causes me to squint Alone with my thoughts by the River Styx I sense the passage from this world to the next My mind on heaven seems transfixed I stand and stare by quietude perplexed The ferryboat man reaches shore A wave of his hand beckons me Without a word I board his craft Before me lays the journey to eternity Serenity comes as we cross the river A world without sound surrounds me A world that I willingly choose to leave All senses drained now, as death I foresee *For Paula’s “Breathe in the Silence” Contest