The Last Kiss

If only I knew where life may land me,
I may cower in the comfort of today.
Could easily be I’d cut my journey short,
to get to the tomorrow of my dreams.

It may find me at a bedside
of a dear member of my clan.
Saying those last hellos,
before the long goodbye.

Or take me to an Emerald Isle
my ancestors held dear.
Perhaps a Pacific Ocean breeze
with a guitar laced melody.

Some dream of the last first kiss,
others dream of the forever bliss.
We know not what will be,
in that my friend we are free.

To dream the dream of wonder,
being all that we could ever want.
Appreciating all we have, and have had,
Knowing we have all we need.

Don Stewart © 2018