It’s time.
Quite peacefully,
Lay myself, down to sleep
My skin and bones,
feed the trees.
In the spring, bloom beautifully
With the flowers,
remember me.
To them I leave my memory
Maybe then I’ll finally
leave,
this deep abyss, this
Drowning sea.
To the endless quiet -
sleep.
Peace.
Eternally.
But if I wake,
to those above.
Their warmth,
redeeming love.
I pray they’ll have forgiven me,
for sleeping - prematurely.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
It’s time.
Quite peacefully,
Lay myself, down to sleep
My skin and bones,
feed the trees.
In the spring, bloom beautifully
With the flowers,
remember me.
To them I leave my memory
Maybe then I’ll finally
leave,
this deep abyss, this
Drowning sea.
To the endless quiet -
sleep.
Peace.
Eternally.
But if I wake,
to those above.
Their warmth,
redeeming love.
I pray they’ll have forgiven me,
for sleeping - prematurely.
