DEAR DEATH:
not today will I yes play
within your mystery door.
For I have dreams to for-fill
so I will say no more.

now I come to write
DEAR LIFE:
Come, embrace, so fine.
I have visions now so bright.
to live and write in rhyme.

Come sweet life anoint me please
with your winds and rains.
They drift in my wake of day,
as my gifts I do claim.

DEAR, DEAR LIFE,
I do confess I love you so you see.
I have grown to love myself,
to prosper and be free.

Free to wander, free to roam
inside life I’m here.        
On path of life I shall stay
so death door disappear.


StarBG © 2017