Death, my friend!

Freeze time and hold still my thoughts
For I have no more a purpose to live,
Though tears shall meander
On the aged face of my mother,
Spare not her grief for my sake.
Friends shall weep and then forget
The joy and sadness we once shared,
But the memory of my innate soul
Shall haunt their thoughts for years to come.

Though my sensory self has ceased to exist,
I can feel your touch as you hold me tight.
You lead me into the world of those
Who’s existence exists in grief stricken
Hearts and nostalgic, moth eaten memoirs.

As I enter in puzzled silence,
Their faces recognize my long awaited soul
I find comfort in their peculiar acceptance of me.
In another world I would have cried tears of gaiety,
But here, not a single tear can be shed.
They ask not my name or why I came
For I have none of the answers they might seek.

As my eyes wander about the crowded space,
I feel a bond with each face I see.
Reassuring smiles tell me, ‘ This is home.’
And as I try to understand their foreign talk
I see my father seated on the throne.
His eyes find mine and his heart holds mine
I try to step closer but my feet let me down.
His majesty opens his arms wide enough for me
To fit my new life form together with his,
For eternity.