How Thin the Veil


 
How Thin The Veil

~

as I lie
alone
in the dead of night

burglar moon at the window
having stolen the colors of this day

the world chill and quiet

I wonder
how thin the veil
between here and gone

and what will be the final breath
the beckoning breeze
the courier gust
to part that curtain

to lift me
shed of mortal husk
and carry me through

to where
to what
I do not know

only that the day
the hour
the moment
draws ever closer

as I lie
alone
in the dead of night

~ ~ ~

rob kistner © 2012

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