Death- I will not float into your arms just yet
although I know there is a vastness to explore
brilliant sea- green depths in which to plunge
And yes! Though you entice me with your calm,
I still want the uncertainty of a breathless life.
I want to cry oceans of salty tears, to weep, to release
I want my fragile heart to break from loving too much,
I want to bask in the red-hot heat of the burning sun,
I want to bathe in the cold ice-blue moon shining down
as an explosion of twinkling stars cut me
into prisms of radiant colors of forever.
And then only then Death, will I succumb.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I had a health scare last Wednesday with my heart. I see a cardiologist this Thursday, so death has been on my mind lately.
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Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page