I Recede... Poem by Jose Wilson

Now the time is ripe; to tell a note
A note which oozes; from my heart
To convey my gratitude- in bliss
To remember your support- in praise.

At its best; the time is mature
To sing loud upon; your nurture
A song for you- just as well
Nothing rest of it- as farewell.

No poses to post; pleasing you
No comments to tag; cheering you
Amidst this voidness- shall I recede
With a tint of dampness- I concede.

Like the purple sky darkens; as it dies
Like the dewy dawns fade; on season's close
Thinking all and thanking all- at full length
Shrinking back and being my own- as in lent.