This poem contemplates (and unfortunately all humans including me succumb!) the final loss of one's earthly life. However, I hope I bring thoughts of improbable wonder (and a smile!) on this subject with the help of my very wise Donkey friend, Jake. And to the inspiration of Lewis Carroll, who said "Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." - Yes!
Keep Walking (a poem for Jake)
Of all impossible worldly things
of which I dare not let go,
It's all the years with my Donkey's ears
for he will be listening as I go.
I cannot go to be a spirit
Stepping into angel light,
Lest on the breeze he'll hear me say,
"You were my soul's delight".
How many moments did I roam
among your dreamy eyes this day,
My joy will come only as I say goodbye
While I hear your gentle bray.
When those silent wings surround me
I hope that I can pray
for the swiftness of their flight
to return me to our play.
We'll dance as the earth and moon
turning circles with our love,
Then I'll walk the lonely hills alone
'til you join your soft step to mine
into the gentlest of good nights.
Maybe we'll fill Death with longing
for the garden that we see!
If he could but sit and hear with your tuned ears
the spheres sweet melody.
Perhaps we can amuse his soul
toward this moment's possibility?
Then he may sigh and shed a tear
as we humbly invite him to our tea.
And as we sit beneath a tree
I know he'll hear my plaintive prayer,
and together we will be.
We both shall bow our heads in thanks
as we lay our dreams soft at his feet.