A Breath of Death.

Here I am, finally,

a breath away from peace.

I`ve walked this life, so tiredly,

finding solace among the trees.

I have dreamt and hoped and wished for death,

to take the hand of The Reaper.

All these years short on breath,

I have longed for the calm of the Final Sleeper.

Now, on my humble bed with angels by my side,

I put away my regrets,

I no longer fear those tides.

I will be going soon,

to meet all who I have lost.

I do not cry for their tearful tunes,

I am ready to pay the cost.

They will miss me and ache for a while,

but death is the natural way of things

And I meet him with a smile.

I do love you, my living loved ones,

But I am old and it is my time.

Do not listen to those woeful drums,

Know in your heart that we will meet again,

Sometime.