Spiritual expectations gathered together,
As the midnight hour loomed ever closer.
Human warmth felt shivers of near departure,
A sad silence seeped into the final act of living.
Experience almost predicted the very moment,
The expiration of life held within every weakness.
Clasping the ebbing being as separation detaches,
Parallel considerations swirl in composed confusion.
Brave faces shield the truths of an actual perception,
While wishful hopes fade between passages of a life.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 12/01/2014