Safe
I have floated like a maple leaf
to the sky below an autumn pond,
to an inner place of rich relief
from gusty winds now slipped beyond.
I sense eternal love from high
(or is it deep?) inside my being,
and find this view before my eye
requires a lighter, wider seeing.
Odd now, the fear those final sighs
would turn out all my lights within,
when light now brings these newer eyes
envisionings of friends and kin.
Since here I live within a force
that moves me anywhere I ask it,
let no one feel the least remorse
upon the closing of my casket.
From The Wheel of Yes (1995)
by Alan Harris
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Copyright © 1995 by Alan Harris. All rights reserved.
Photo: Alan Harris
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