Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The way death should meet all things big and small

mounted on flying,
invented creatures
crossing distances to

hold hands with
the very first memory
they have of being alive

laughing at the
wind that plays
with their hair

confident that they'll
remember such dream
whenever time comes

to open their eyes.
Death should come then
and watch their sleep.

1 comment:

  1. So it should, but all too often, it comes creeping in, ugly, cruel and in times of suffering.
    I love your vision of a happy, good death.