I stand in your eyes Looking out for the whole world to see With the fabric of death staring at me Its just you and me On the edge of heaven Mending distances as we begin Ghastly gray hours littered my ears Intensly intrusive and ****** The shadows spill stringently Stamping the sky with feelings of insufficiency The bitter breeze dreamers, protesting for peace Beyond all countries and downward dreams We heave our head, heart, and soul
The handfuls of gestures surrender the way A taut twine traveled behind With waves coiling and bending my mind Dying eyelashes recaptured my memories as they danced upon my face A once swollen spirit is a ripped fragment away Consenting with out my say Death burst your core The life of limbs, once excitable and strong A strong windswept set my ambivalence at bay As I lay trembling, Soft secrets are told Relief from bottomless sufferings Loved ones long lost reunited with me My tounge has say much to say as words sail As the wisps of heaven begin to show me the way
This is what I feel that people go through when they have an terminal illness. Losing strength and feeling helpless. Trembling from weakness and lost dreams. I worked at a nursing home for 18 years. It is amazing the profound phenomenon that you get to experience in the final days. Supernatural aura's settling down. Thanks for reading. I should add I feel as people depart this earth they leave us signs we just have to be aware of them. You will get a message they have made it to the other side.