Conversing with Death herself humbled me
Scene:
There’s a tranquil garden in my dreams
An endless array of beauty
Something like a rainbow in the distance
But not quite, there are a few colors missing
Maybe that’s just my eyes

You never notice the beauty within the fingertips of a loved one
Like a scene from a Wes Anderson film
Beautiful in every context created by the human emotion

Mother I’m going to be alright
“You’re dying”
Mother I’m going to be alright

A bed of amaryllis petals lay the ground to which I sleep
But Death
She seemed to say something like a whisper
“Not today, child”
Mother I’m going to be alright

And passing suns illuminate my fingertips
The veins of my body blue like the vast sea
A never-ending scene of ethereal elegance
And a steady heartbeat
Mother I’m going to be alright