In Praise of My Friend Death
Dear Friend (Death)
How oft`n have we shared a crust of bread
And wet our throats in tears
When both we met to wine a boat
Into waters deep.
And yet I fear you not
For sure as a rising sun
Or a setting moon
Or swirling galaxy
Thou will come for me
To rest my pain and sorrow
And gift me with a life renewed.
You are my vag-na,
My key
My eggshell
You are water to a seed
You will turn my page
And close my book but
Hand me a library.
Read one last line and
Let me float into an unseen dimension
until I meet my lover
face to face
who justifies everything.
Thank You, Friend.
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2013
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