Sweet Sleep at Last The wind blows hard, The sky ripe. The ground from under my feet disappears, And I fall towards the blight. The past flashes in front of my eyes, Faded memories alike. I fall from the heavens, Seeing freedom below, The ground just a barrier to cross, Death just a toll booth. The note that bid the world farewell for me Now flies in the sky, A few feet above the ground, I see my final send off, The world is a blur, Color losing from the sky. I had bid in my note, Heavens witness my cremation, That I be laid beneath the starry sky. The world is a blur, For the last time, I close my eyes.
The end that is accompanied with a feeling of being content.