The specter of death
Watching over me
In my final hour
Seeing all I must see.
Flashing images
Of years past
Playing my moments
First to last.
Life’s beginning
With one sharp breath
Life’s ending
With a note from Death.
The spaces between,
My memories
Events in time
Like emery’s.
Substantial and permanent
Never yielding to time
No erosion, no loss
Just a natural sublime.
Seal them inside
My dying mind
So forever
Life and death entwined.
When it comes to our souls life and death are not that different... for what we take from life we leave with loved ones after we pass... a powerfully intriguing piece.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet .. more..