Night equal with the day now arrives.
The green leaves change color; they go to golden death, and fall.
That's why we call this season Fall, after all.
There is a tangible nip in the air; but not yet very cold.
I dream that I could have been like a leaf: Before dying, to grow old;
To be as golden as a Fall leaf gets to be, before I fall.
But I thrill to live today!  All around me, as all the Autumn-changes unfold,
Life still throbs and thrives.
When I have lost my last share of this world's light,
I hope that I will find a new day, one equal with the night.
I will hate at last to have to exhale my long last life-loving breath.
But it would be great, if I found out fate gave good to me, beyond night;
Leaving light for night; and then, to find new light--
Trading bright for bright;
To find that God has made His mercy equal with his might;
To leave my green life, and find new life--
New wonders of thought, with my mind like fire-light, burning bright;
And with new miracles of touch, of taste and smell, of sound and sight:
Within--and far beyond--a golden death.

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Written by Michael L.P.
aka Mr. Poet, aka MLP, aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC
(I'm just me)  
Copyright © 2010 by Michael L.P.  All rigthts reserved