I wrote a letter in my dream last night
The truth be told it was a farewell
To someone I couldn’t leave without explanation
The words eloquent and flowing
Spoke to my tightrope walk
Between present and eternity
Hopefulness and hopelessness
It was such a wonderful composition
Whose life was measured in
The length of a dream
If only I would recall the words
When the time finally comes.
Another day another dream
A practical exercise in wrapping
Up a life that has lost
It’s desire, it’s purpose
It seems like it should have taken hours
To “put my affairs in order”
Yet with so little to arrange
It should have taken but minutes.
There’s enough in the bank to
Put me in the ground or
Reduce me to ashes.
With a bit left for dinner and a few drinks.
A few possessions, an antique or two and my words.
Give away the artwork
Clear away the mementos gathered
On the bulletin board
Find a relative or two to give shelter
To the few bits of family history remaining.
Give the rest away
or throw it away and call it a day.
So little to show for a lifetime
But what about the words
Curated and saved so carefully,
Would they mean anything
To anyone but me?
Add them to the funeral pyre
And declare the job complete.