There is a calm place

There is a calm place

Even in the madness

Of life

When death is a ghost

That slips through

Walls and ruffles

The heaviest curtains

Closed tight

Over sealed windows

It steals between

Sleeping lovers

Pilfers the last breath

Of the terminally ill

And there is a moment,

A hush

An acceptance

Of the leaving.

It is the left

Who rail

And wail

Until in time,

Their own

Silent visitor calls

And breathes a

Lasting moment

Of peace

Into the heart

Of their becoming.