When is it the right time to die? 

When I taste the salt from the tears of God on my face?

When I hear the angels chant my welcome?

When the seal of youth peals away to wisdom fourth? 

When days are many with love losing love glazing at the 

Glaze in the eyes of my day dreaming night?

When is it the right time to die?

When I fall asleep into the awakening pull of death?

Now? ‘Whilst scattering seeds of perception for new growth

In senses deemed doomed’.

When I sink into the mist of mysteries beyond the abbess of 

Gods other? 

‘When I wonder’.