Soft, the tread of feet upon my grave
Coarse, the hurl of language from depraved,
Spent, the remnant spirit in my bones,
Gone, the love, once resident in homes.

Blue, the sky that fills me with desire,
Love, the warmth which makes this life, entire,
Joy, the captured magic in the day
And rapture, when you witness children play.

Swept, the serendipity of life,
Slept, the day lost dwindling to night,
Sought, the motes of wisdom in the air
And laughter, wrought to dissipate despair.

Thus, the elixir of the soul,
Endeavour, as the essence in the goal,
Composure, in the knowledge that you're right
And onward, with attainment... just in sight.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
21 March 2024