THE PASSING:

The moon slipped behind the curtains & into the bedroom,

She glided to the bed & bent over the sleeping form,

She told the soul it was time to leave now, soon.

The soul slipped off the mantel of life,

 Shedding the ageing, the tired pain of life´s uniform,

She gently kissed the still brow & whispered “thank you,

Thank you for carrying me on this journey of learning.”

The soul took the moon´s hand, & into the night they danced,

 Drifting into reality without a backwards glance.