Time to Go

Poem about letting go when your time's up.

        A Time to Go

A shiver of coldness runs down my spine,
I'm caressed by the gentle hands of the divine,
Perhaps it is a miracle or a mortal's calling,
Only heavens guardians know the fate of the fallen,
I turn and catch a glimpse of glistening silver wings,
Bright and ghostly on heaven's breath they sing,
My soul is captured by their sweet lullabies,
Draped in misty tendrils, the angels uncover my eyes,
For a lifetime I have been too blind to see,
That right before us, life offers all we need,
Now that my time has come, this is the end,
Finally, my frail body embraces heavenly friends.