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.