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