Death is a Song
Death is a song I sing and sing and sing until my voice grows hoarse with it. It is a thousand shades of blue and green and red and all...
The needle in your weary legs
and you relax at last
your breathing slows your head
set down upon the pillowed floor.
Your eyes so calm and soft
your chest unfurls as you set sail
a final breath or two a gentle wind
and then your journey made and done.