Wayne Michael DeHart  ( July, 2019 )

It seemed so simple, such an easy task.

Clear and  concise, no questions to ask.

Leave them a message, let it be read.

Let them know that I’ll never be dead.

Must not exceed – three lines of fifteen.

Find the right words, to say what I mean.

My forever farewell, my unspoken word.

My note to be seen, my voice to be heard.

 

 

Can’t make it fit. Not quite enough space.

I’ll adjust and adapt. Revise and replace.

Remember the gold. Think of the green.

I’ll capture it all. In three lines of fifteen.

It’s where I’m going. It’s where I’ve gone.

It’s how I began. It’s how I’ve moved on.

It’s what I believe. It’s what I can see.

It’s my endless path. It’s my destiny.

Here …

IN … FIELDS … OF … GREEN … AND … GOLD … WE … WILL … ALWAYS … BE.

YOU … JUST … HAVE … TO … LOOK … CLOSE … AND … LISTEN … HARD.

TO … SEE … US … TO … HEAR … US … TO … FEEL … US … TO … BREATHE … US.

TO … BE … THERE … WITH … US.

(the path leads home …)