Comes to fetch us her shadowy form presents it will be too late to relent a life you will be lifted up and placed upon a saddle of gold and as you're sitting down the earth will glow like magic whisk you to the sky of no return
stars escort you as they did the ancient ships of man the elements of water air and fire will swirl and with them help your last dance as the music of the spheres cradles your thoughts and brings you through the gates of home
the name of where we all belong becomes a part of us a symbiosis of all we represent grand and great will be the blaze as night again fades into light so bright you're out of sight
Margaret Ann Waddicor 20th December 2015
For my Parkinson's friend Joe. More like a prose poem this.