As I no longer feel the
gravity underneath my feet
when I start to pass between
the starry skies of Life and Death,
please accept me for who I am?
Although I have a long ways ahead,
I'll survive with my soul unafraid
when this body finally decays
on my deathbed.
The space
between the ancient lovers
is cold, sad and millions of miles apart.
I will miss the wind on my face,
as Life sends me on my way
along this journey through the fluttering stars
that will comfort me to the very end.
I woke up and wondered, Death who
loves Life longer than we have words to describe,
would you love me too when it is time for me to die?
