Gasping for breath

Struggling for one more minute

Like a fish on the sandy beach, trying to swim out of their element

When is it too much? When is the moment where you sigh and let go? Breath leaving silently through lips now relaxed. Sight turning up, stars visible through the ceiling as consciousness expands beyond walls and awareness.

I have entered the room at the moment, felt the soul brush by my shoulder as the rustle of bird wings. Seen the eyes glaze and become frosted. Soul no longer present. Knowing, without words or exam, the person I knew has departed.

How do you know when all treatment has failed? When it is time to move on? Is there a clock that stops, forever midnight? Or always quarter after ten? No use trying further once it has wound down. 

The rustle of the soul escaping, beyond our physical boundaries and the burden of disease.

Free on the wind