The Beckoning Void

to say good night and wish goodbye

          to give thanks to all and pay respects

to slip out quietly beneath the stars

          to join once more with that magic void

to part as friends and go our ways

          to leave the party very early

to paddle out upon a peaceful sea

          there to slowly cross time’s horizon

to leave each other and those we love

          to find ourselves at home no more

to loose our grasp and free our minds -

          to the dusty cosmic background

to humbly bow as the curtain falls

          to relinquish the observer

to be upon that rider-less horse

          to merely complement the light

to kindly smile to no real purpose

          to leave behind a type of joy

to know the way having never been

          to follow others, but all alone

to fly right out of inner space

          to pass beyond and cast no shadow

to dream no more

          but neither to awaken

to evaporate a lifetime

          a blossom falling from a tree

to leave the bench and slowly walk

          time to join the wind that scatters