Michael Gale's Reflection on Life and Death 🌫️

The sheet, drawn up above closed eyes... <br />No peeking, slipped stiff, and out cold as ice. <br /> <br />A mistic clouded vapor, arisen to air.... <br />No longer down here, but way up over head, up there. <br /> <br />A spirit... <br />That's it. <br /> <br />The, deep, final end... <br />Gone far away, far beyond, this lower, Earthly bend. <br /> <br />Way beyond, this mortal sphere... <br />No longer a burst of noise, no longer, here. <br /> <br />This spirit that walks all through, the longest, lonely night... <br />Will, soon, be up in Heaven, Where pure, and happy, bright light. <br /> <br />Assembled down here beside a grave... <br />By all family members, and friends, be sadly, brave. <br /> <br />Gray clouds roll into thy life, to move about, as free of will... <br />Happier days lie ahead, in time, to brighten thee, and smile a thrill. <br /> <br />Forgot by others of man and like... <br />To go on ahead, instilled in a lifely, happy hike.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-and-life-and-life-and-death/