Of senses come and senses go
Of life and time the heart will know
When end is near
I will not fear
For in that second
My mind will beckon
It will not be the smells of spring
Of roses sweet and spicy
It will not be the touch of sun
That gently caressed my face
It will not be the vision of wonder
Of sunsets brilliant colors
It will not be the sound of thunder
That echoed down the valley
It will not be the taste of truffle
Melting on my tongue
Of things and objects
Many other will see
My life’s replay will be of love
Of which I knew the meaning
Presenting before me kaleidoscope
Of greater awe and measure
Of things and quests
Of Kings and Knights
Spend life and never treasure
For it will be of thee
Of time and space
That I have had the pleasure
And all that’s left
To reminisce
Will be our time together
