"With hey, ho, the wind and the rain."

"But when I came unto my beds, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain"

(With thanks to Will Shakespeare and Sir Terry Pratchett)

Oh, Death

Do not follow close behind;

I am not caparisoned for a desert trek.

Walk far ahead with enough time for the hourglass' sands to trickle gently down.

Ride slowly, on your Pale Horse.
You are outside time; you will always arrive punctually, even if and when I'm late departing.

Wake me not if I'm asleep.

I will be busy dreaming of sea journeys, black sands, and horse's footfalls.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 16 July 2017