Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Death's Call
The soft, sensual hand of time
gently caresses my tired mind.
Its shy whisper resounds within my ear,
telling me that my time upon this earth
has come to an end.
Death sweetly sings its timeless hymn
to my fading heart,
and with a gentle hand knocks upon
the door of my darkening soul as it
calls me into the realm of the afterlife.
Donavon Scott Vinson