come sweet death,
come dear death.
you are my friend;
i am not afraid.
time is made of
equal parts of
living and dying
whirling in
miraculous fascination.
your black cowl
cannot conceal
your loving eyes.
your shadow is
made of
light.
who could embrace my
heart more
passionately than
you?
your kiss brings gifts of
sleep & forgetfulness;
seeds of
birth & wisdom.
your touch is
pure compassion.
come kind death, &
take me by the
hand
dreamily
into the
next trance.