With Dyeing Breath

This is a poem about the last willful words of a young one.

One day on the wings of an Angel, I shall fly

into the clearest, bluest, truest, Sky

For in all its Eternal Bliss, One day I shall die

 You've Held my hand,Even if just for a little while

Sometimes I've wished I could have just lived a little longer

But here I feel no sorrow, it is here I feel no pain

When you whisper my name you shed tears

But one day we shall join again without fear

In the spiritual reality, In all actuality

We shall hold the same hand

you, and I, and him, For I no longer fear death

Because, it is heavens gates I shall trust

Author's Note

This is a poem I pretty much wrote in five minutes, please excuse my mistakes. I hope you enjoy it. Oh and This is not meant to offend anyone else's beliefs. Thank you.

Reviews

[Cassie]

It was a good poem. :)
We need to trust in him no matter what.