What is Death?
A dying friend once asked of me, what is death?
You’re a poet can you tell me please, what should I expect?
Is it the tears that fill my heavy eyes, while watching a beautiful sunrise not knowing where I belong?
Is it the flash of the sinking sun a sign that this day and life now done and soon the angel of darkness comes?
Is it gazing at the Strawberry moon so long I hear it’s mournful tune and begin to croon the saddest song?
Is it the spark of light from a falling star, another dying soul searching afar, answering the death bells’ gong?
I paused and pondered all he said, clasped my hands, and bowed my head but before I could answer, he was gone.
And now I pose the question to you, what is it like to live with this final thought that someday your heart will stop?
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg