Somehow soon I hope to pass
into the ever-changing state,
of drifting off to solemn dreams
with which no other can relate.
This threshold lasts but for a day,
neither before, nor in the end,
at least for me, this serene peace
should be where God pretends.
Here, can He think and ponder on
about that which does not exist,
where all will feel the unique touch
that is the Reaper's kiss.
The quiet calm that does descend
before the day is gone,
attracts me back through use of force
and a silent song.