What is Dying

A ship sails and I stand watching
Till she fades on the horizon
And someone at my side says
“She has gone”
Gone where?
Gone from my sight – that is all
She is just as large as when I saw her…….
The diminished size and lack of sight
Is in me, not her
And just at the moment when someone at my side says
“She is gone”
There are others who are watching her coming
And other voices take up a glad shout
“Here she comes”

….and that is dying.