My mind, a greatly powerful creation,
began to grow absent,
just as man, a nearly equally powerful creation,
rests his bones in old age:
a time he once feared, but now accepts.
Then just before I settled
in my own retirement,
exposed unto me was a colour,
one much sweeter than "black";
I saw rose petals fall from some sort of Heaven-
an unknown realm right above me-
down and down,
into the depths of my perception,
a sensation bringing such
warmth
and
comfort
to me,
as light led me to my end
with this tender, "goodbye"
Proving to me
the beauty in passing
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
My mind, a greatly powerful creation,
began to grow absent,
just as man, a nearly equally powerful creation,
rests his bones in old age:
a time he once feared, but now accepts.
Then just before I settled
in my own retirement,
exposed unto me was a colour,
one much sweeter than "black";
I saw rose petals fall from some sort of Heaven-
an unknown realm right above me-
down and down,
into the depths of my perception,
a sensation bringing such
warmth
and
comfort
to me,
as light led me to my end
with this tender, "goodbye"
Proving to me
the beauty in passing
