As I no longer feel the gravity under my feet
when I start to pass between
the starry skies of Life and Death,
please accept me for who I am:
Soul-keeping, full of love and still not afraid?
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 the 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?