Passing Over

Promptly know this: death my friend comes, All that I know is simple stuff; Set sights on bliss as new lease drums, Sense true light show more than enough; Instruct me then on truth most clear, Note how life flings the arc of flow; Gain why and when the way of cheer. Opt thus to bring my soul to grow, Voice in plain style a smile to each; Etch how time stays upon the breeze, Rich feel moves smiles in poignant reach; Now this new day calls in sweet squeeze, Once again see death and life one, Walk what's to be until time's done. Leon Enriquez 06 April 2017 Singapore