When Death Finds Me


When Death Finds me, that minute when
And moments, days, and years all spin

I'd like to be near some peaceful sea
Neath calls of gulls on a gentle breeze

There I'd look out and and search the thin
Where waves lie still, and the sky begins

And there be lost, to decipher hues
Of a million different shades of blue

I'd then lay back and with my hands
Try to feel each grain of sand

And while sun beckons sinew's last heat
I'd sense each slowing breath and beat

As sounds dim faint from the rhythmic deep
All sense would drift then fade to sleep

And when death finds me, I'll call him friend
As beginnings must hold hands with ends

Neath final night, no hope nor fear
Unless transformed to brighter spheres

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