Away

I’ll be going away,
and it feels good.
I’ve arranged the paying of the bills.
Consider me fortunate,
I’ve won the pot.
You likely will not find me,
The fairies bring you
inside their secret hills.
I’m going away to dance.

In a while I’ll go,
wandering beyond my worries.
I’ll know when to leave
because the bell will ring,
the tiny silver perfect
hidden in my heart.
I thought I’d settled but now
this going-away desire,
this listening for

the elemental bell–
it calls me away
from the body’s shore.
A friendly little wind
will arise to ring it,
and I shall make the moment’s journey
to reside betwixt.
Something calls, but still
I must choose to answer.

©Susa Silvermarie 2026