On a dead of winter day
our footsteps in the snow
melt too quickly
for anyone to follow

In drops of steady rain
we picnic beside the lake
and watch fireworks
fizzle out with summer

Riding the crest of fall
but stalked by spring
and so, in the throes
of such invisible connections
we're preserved

And sitting on a shelf
awaiting our turn
to be pried open
and spread like jam
for someone to consume...

I get scared of death

So I decided to write it down

So maybe I could move on

Bold and brave and strong



I can't comprehend death

It's too hard to understand

The unknown is like the dark

A primal fear to man



So here I mention death

Put it in front of the mirror

Hold it up to the light

So we can see it a little clearer



Maybe death is just like life

Perhaps just another version

Maybe it's a circle instead of a line

Maybe it doesn't even matter



I get scared of death

So I decided to write it down

And now I'm moving on

Bold and brave and strong