Death Was Just A Dream.

He says nothing,
but with a kiss,
everything is told.

Pushes hard,
now falling fast,
what's going to happen?

Drawing near,
to deadly fate,
his arms so warm yet cold.

Hitting the ground,
limp and weak,
eyes closing.

Funeral black,
casket lifeless,
tears on everyone around.

Gasp; breathing,
waking up,
he is right there.

Eyes open; light on,
flooded eyes,
death was just a dream...