Last Words

She whispered

As the waves rose

In silent splendor

Twisting and turning

The funnel grew

Blocking out the sun

“This is madness I cried”

Trees were uprooted

Sequences were rendered

“If you only knew”

Were the last words

She entered

Era Dilemma

Grey hairs

Plucked

With such dignity

Securing a moment

Where fate and time cross

Creating a promise

Built upon a need

It can’t

It won’t

It will never be

The light shines around her

Questioning

Requesting

Gently

Moving forward with dignity

by Bill Ferguson