A Day With Death

I one day awoke

Expecting nothing save

Another day,

When to my surprise I found

An unremembered guest

Beside me in the bed.

Smiling sweetly at my surprise

With tender love,

In loving eyes,

She whispered,

“I shall spend this day with thee

And long shall you remember me

For I am death

Of all you see

And I have come

For love of thee.

For you have loved me all the long night

Though now you see me in the light

You know me not.

For you have not beheld my form,

Mistaking others for me.

But I am the lovely, loving one

Behind your joy and happiness.

I am beauty, I am the veil

Of mystery.

I am kindness, and forgiveness.

I am the sweetness of your days.

I am all the good you see.

For I am death, and all I bear,

In time return to me.

Your loves shall pass

I make them dear;

This moment

This day

This life of years.

I breath sweet beauty into the days,

Tenderness into your acts and plays.

Reason I sit in place to rule,

For I give thee purpose,

And to achieve, the tools.

For I am all

From dawn to dusk.

Without me you are a lifeless husk.

For I am all the good in thee,

And all the good you do and see.

So with death

I spent one brief day

From the sunrise to the sunset

And the moments in between.

And the day was strangely even sweeter

Than the days that had already been.

I kissed my love and lo!

She was dearer than before.

Love welled up, a rising tide,

For dear indeed was my beloved

With death waiting at my side.

And as I about my duties went

Death stayed beside me still,

And every moment, every face,

My senses seemed to fill.

My thoughts dwelt on my fortune.

On the good in what I saw.

Forgiveness and compassion,

Understanding every flaw

In the evening I pursued my dreams.

Shared dreams with my love.

And in deaths arms we loved anew,

Till we saw death no more.

But heard her whispering, “Farewell,

My memory with thee sleeps.

For ever I am with thee

Behind all you hold so dear.

And dear indeed shall life remain

So long as I am near.

For I am death

Of all, and thee.

Of all the good you do, and see.

I am death,

And all I bear,

In time return to me.

And when in time I call your name,

When your time is at an end,

Come to me then unafraid,

To an old familiar friend

Published on April 19, 2011 at 10:57 pm  Comments Off  
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