We Will Dance Together, When It Is Time

I looked death in the eyes
They were a deep sky blue.
I felt death’s arms surround and hold me.
They were soft and strong and comforting.
I walked beside death toward the forest.
It smelled clean and clear, fresh and piney.
I asked death when?
She said, not now.
I asked death how.
She whispered, with love.
I watched death walk away.
I said, someday later when I am ready.
She said, you are loved.
I tasted, and heard, and smelled and felt safe
We will dance together, when it is time.



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