Anticipating the Final Kiss

Floating on life waters of which I drink too much Whiffed on angel wings in arms that’s tranquil to the touch Searching souls where chances of escape is very slim And surviving equals staring in the eyes of reapers grim Slashing strings and snatching as he cuts me down to size My guardian salutes me then engages as I surmise Amidst the raging battle I am trapped so in between The torso and the neck of higher beings most pristine And being pressured thus I part my lips to utter screams My breath is snatched by one before I disappear downstream I wonder next when I awake who is it I’ll first see With blurry vision both the frames look much the same to me The tears won’t leave a trail or surface pains which I’m inclined They’re Loch Ness monster hiding while the darkness is outlined Though both are treasure hunters searching for this strange believer The lesser weeps the victor who’ll be crowned golden retriever Shrouded is the mists that pens me to the walls of doubt Eclectic as I learn what smothered freedom’s all about Reveal this dream, awake the mouth to mouth that must revive The cloudy pillow talk that says I am indeed alive