Just Before

I saw him.. Death.. I saw..

Come after- amid the breeze-

I saw a stillness from the trees-

Who comes from whence we shalt not know-

Is it friend? Or be it foe?

In hood of dark- nothing more-

The fainting stillness- in its eyes-

Comes sweetly- still, cold, prickling ice-

As I lay dead- just before.

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.