Mike Turner

Point of Departure

There is a point

‘Twist “real” and “fantasy”

Whence lies “opportunity”

None of us travels

To that point alone

But rather in company

Of those we meet on the journey

Together, making that point

Not merely destination

But way-station

Thus realizing

Our hopes and dreams

In our quest beyond

To what is possible

Is Death a Savior?

Is Death a savior?

Come to deliver us

From a life of tedium

Loss

Despair?

Is Life perhaps

Not of purpose

But a way-station?

A mere passing

From Point A

To Point B

Its predecessor unremembered?

And our passing

Simply a transition

From this plane

To the next?

Where will we find salvation

Redemption

Fulfillment?

Should we not then welcome Death?

Hope for its quick coming

Welcome its loving embrace?

Looking to the time

When our moral existence

Is concluded

And Eternity is begun?

When Time Comes

When my day’s concluded

When the Styx I cross

Do not mourn my passing

Feel no sense of loss

I’ve lived the life I’ve wanted

Done the things I’ve done

Seen some sights I’ve cherished

Gave and shared true love

Such things are eternal

And will last beyond my time

Remember them, on winter’s night

To you, of me, remind

And know that I’m now staying

At the point from whence we start

Though a leave a memory of my soul

In a place within your heart.

This poem previously appeared in my collection, Visions and Memories, published by Sweetycat Press in 2021.