Artful Goodbye
Paint me a picture
of how it all came to be
a peaceful ocean, forest floors still
rest in the night around me
no songs of the whip-poor-will
sleeping peace with the enemy.
Go along now, paint your goodbye
the dark empty still, paint
if you can, me a picture
of passing so quaint
for such temporary fixture
what colors you would have for taint.
The raging waves swirling, squalling
the wildlife roaming, insects crawling
sleeping with enemy dreams falling
tiny brushstrokes of shiver numb,
paint on then death should come
into your ears, calling.