Death is
Beautifully revealing
Tear drops of summer’s evening
The dawn of never ending nights
Strings played by matching pulses
The experience, dipped into moonlight
It is the texture of whispers in dreams
The shade of our calling
Love preoccupied by its own reflection
The necessity of the moment
It is the taste of lightning before you wake
The shadow of our yearnings
The rhythm of the love in misplaced words
A glimpse into everything
It is the sky’s place in reality
The next step
Death is the product of our blessings
The pause, to recall the essence