Going

There's a warmth in the room 

The family ghosts are all here

A story drawing to its close

And the ending is near.

The spirit of the Universe
Come in familiar form

To ease away the turbulence

From the dyings storm:

Creations of the mind

As it slowly slips away

Creating a welcome 

To help it on its way?

One last smile stays

Gently on the face

A simple acceptance

Of leaving this place.

The family ghosts are leaving

Their last job done

One last battle has 

Been gently won.

One last sigh as the brain 

Closes down and is gone

Peacefully, quietly, easily

A loved one has moved on.