IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
A poem
I am not afraid of time,
enemy or friend.
In the darkest night,
in starlight’s glow,
I will answer.
For you will know
the loudest whisper
that cuts with sadness,
and hear the voice of solace.
No need to weep.
The light will not dim,
nor will the wind sigh
as the silence relinquishes
that which we have shared.
And some lonely day,
a gentle breeze will blow
through the cobwebs of your mind.
That air will mark my passing.