The time has come the woman said
to speak of many things
like how she loved you in the days
before you turned away.
But speak she will not ever, ere
for there are many miles to go
before the end time’s nigh
and mind prepares to die.
It’s not a death that can be said
is for ever and a day
because maybe it will resurrect
into another world.
Sometime perhaps it maybe will
and she’ll remember you
but likely not because mind died
and dead is dead, dead, dead.
But there’s a saviour this she knows
and when the night comes full alive
with the noise of frogs et al
she sends a silent prayer up there
where the saviour dwells.
It’s not a prayer of facts, figures,
or sure knowledge of the world at large
but she prays perhaps as all should do
for the saving of a soul!