Dear Death, I'm Ready

I look at the ocean

Imagining myself drown

I look at the sand

See myself being buried

I look at the flowers

Picture my shrine covered with them

I look at the sky

Floating up to heaven is what I see

I see the ocean, the sand, the flowers and the sky

On that bright beautiful picturesque beach

And yet in midst of all life

Death was easier to think about

Oh, how wonderful is death

Death and its brother sleep

The latter knocks on my door

While I drown in the former resting my body,

Unaware the brother might visit that very night

Like two kids snatching toys from one another,

Sleep gave me away,

It knows when its time, he had me for so long,

It's his brothers turn now

And so I come up the water and on the shore,

And follow death as he calls me,

His voice is familiar, he has visited me before

I remember moments before the latex gloves held me, I remember his visit

I remember he promised me he would come again, he kept it

I guess both the brothers have good values

I have no trouble parting with sleep

I feel the sand under my toes for the last time

I know I will have A comfortable ride

I'm ready

How wonderful must death be

Its tricked me into going into oblivion

And I don't fret it at all

It seems like I'm just travelling to another destination now

Perhaps from the beaches to the mountains

I have no fear, nothing to grieve or rejoice at this moment

I'm ready

Death has convinced me

I'm going to live with it now,

at least until its life's chance to have me

My how easy death is

I've passed into sanctity