My Time

My time may be running out It does not concern me. I have no desire to stay one more day. When my work here is finished I will hand in my skin and my bones. For they will no longer serve. I will meet the loved ones who have helped me in thoughts and deeds. While I tried to enjoy this earth plane. I am hoping my family will not grieve even one day, For I have tried to teach them that they can feel me in the wind, and see me in the Twinkling of the stars, and the pureness of the water. I move along the time continuum, with the sun in my face, and love in my heart, satisfied. There is no way to stop the love and the light which pours down on them And surrounds them with the sureness I am never fully gone.