WHERE WILL YOU BE - AUG 2022

Two figures on a hightop ridge 

still and silent observing time

Neither spoke nor needed to, 

one was old the other older 

The minutes grew the hours passed

until the younger stirred

and turning slowly asked 

where will you be when I am gone?

Look for me among the stars

the older said with wistful eye

his head of grey turning silver

as it caught the last of sun

Look for me between the twinkles

Deep beyond imagination

far from the trappings of humanity

A land with no horizon

Look for me past all the glitter

Farther than the start of light

Free from every known boundary

a speck of universal invisibility

Look for me if you will

but I doubt you will see

that which is veiled in secrecy

sleeved by anonymity

And as before the quiet returned

night filled with twinkles drawn

and as before the younger stirred

Looked aside but he had gone