nedE

I want to lie down

In a bed.

Not my bed at home,

Wherever home may be.

Not a hospital bed,

God, no.

Not really a bed of

Flower petals either.

A bed made of

Clouds and music

And the color gold.

I want to be anesthetized

By the beauty of the world

And by the beauty I haven't yet seen.

I want to be hypnotized

To remember my past life

My current life

And my future too.

I want to lie myself down

In a garden not of flowers

On a path made not of stone

Near a fountain not of water

With unflying butterflies

Resting with me

In this Not-Eden.

I won't remember anything by then

But I hope I remember

My last moments-

My not-last moments-

Fondly.

Goodnight.