I Write Poetry

My Last Sunrise

Dancing dust floating on beams,
The clock is loud and calls to me,
I’m not sure if it’s life or dreams,
The smiling man only I can see.

His curious face I seem to know,
He patiently waits as if to say,
It soon will be time for us to go.
From this pain in which you lay.

I turn my head and gaze outside
Through weary eyes I see at last
A cardinal sing its song to me.
Of mountain tops and trails since passed.

The evening walks upon dim light,
That marks the end of happy years,
The ones I love in perfect light,
Puffy eyes and flowing tears.

The old man smiles and starts to rise,
As the room becomes a blinding light.
I feel a weight upon my eyes.
He takes my hand into the night.

My day anew I breathe again,
Free from noise and passing cars,
And thus I yet still live and love,
Among the nighttime stars.

Patrick