Farewell

As a thousand moons fall into the grass
I think of the farewell I will leave, alas
Will it be silent as a forgotten root
That rotted deep in the soil so mute
Would an old soul still remember my name
The humour of a poem I left in the stream
I wonder if my soul would enter the room
To shake the lights goodbye in the gloom
Or would a hundred readers remember my words and lament the passing of this Godly sword.
Then might the sky part then just for me
To enter the gates of eternity
As the angels voices purr in the breaze
And the whisp of light pull hard at me
The world dissapear beneath my feet
As I wonder what I did to find this cheat
The one thing that convinced the heavens
That I
was now pure and forgiven enough to say goodbye.