…and pages will turn

When my time has come
the book will close subtly
my pen lay at rest
unfilled.

I’ve given my all—
one hundred percent best
so sad to say
only “NOISE” to the rest

one
tear of grief

one
sigh of relief

in my palms
lay my head
while optical illusions 
fade before me
I smile knowing
countless pages of blank verses
were not in vain
upon the earth
tears will rain—
souls will stand—
eyes will close—
heads will bow—
now
that my time has come.
The book will open subtly
and pages will turn.