Going Poem by Mark E Webster

In spirit slick oil ooze we float
And sink in womb hot blood bathing.
Wrapped in sunshine velvet coat
Twixt silken thread sheets dreaming.
Gaze upon lush rolling meadows deep and green.
Light warm breeze fingers stroking.
Bass boom ocean's heave unseen.
Balloon puff clouds drift smoking.
Earth's rich peaty sweat scents ring.
In pillowed grass leaves sink bare feet.
Flicker fragile dragonfly wings.
Hedgerows berries, black currant sweet.
And traipsing, dawdling, trailing fingertips on
Textures of bark, trunk, branch and leaf.
Till upon the edge we light upon
Breath sucking cliff spread world beneath.
It is the end, our journey's done.
What lies beyond the hazy line?
Memories bubble burst and gone.
No sound, sight, taste, touch, time.