Drifting through the days
on a ray of hope;
Time passing
like a soft breeze...
whispering its way along
into nowhere.
I find the warmth
of a loving heart,
but am unable to stop
and embrace it.
I hear whispers
of friendship,
but can't quite catch
the words;
I pass Death
and feel a chill,
as the soul departs
into eternity...
Sweet laughter echoes
from behind me,
but I cannot turn back.
And my heart,
My poor torn heart,
Begs...
Pleads...
For me to stop
and embrace the pain
of all that I lose
as I drift
on my ray of hope.
© Barry Veinotte
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