I heard it in the wind at nightfall – live true and die well. I lie under these stars and search for the one that has protected me all these years. I know it will have to release me at the appropriate blink of the appropriate eye. At that moment, my lucky star will become my guiding star, and I will continue to do its bidding
I’m in no hurry, but neither will I overstay my welcome, if it comes to that. I believe most people want to be prepared, to the see the circle closing. I hope to be able to say goodbye with the same grace that I accept my lovers touch, or a friend’s embrace
There will be another moon like this one, waning full as winter fades, floating out of the purple horizon, clear as spring water, vessel of fear and promise, crying out for grace on earth
But I won’t be here to anoint its passing across the night sky. That’s why these words exist, so the moon will have something to remember me by.