Life’s Lease

In one short moment, when the magic’s gone,
bewildered thoughts and memory retire
to days of happiness.
Short lived joys. Extinguished now.
Some times life offers us no charity,
intensifies an earthly sense of fate,
when comes the day that life’s long lease expires.

No longer can you hold their hand in yours
feel the warmth, the smile, a wistful look
until, one silent night,
many nights from now, your vision clears
and, in that moment’s light, as if a seer,
you’ll read their soul and spirit like a book,
renew life’s lease and feel enduring love.

© 2011 John Anstie

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