Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Ode to death

I want to yield in your comforting arms,
Like a baby cuddles in her mother’s bosom,
And find the solace I only remember finding in my father’s arms,
Soothe me like the ocean waters do the scalding sand,
Like the stars relieve the tired sun,
Your promised beauty so amazingly alluring,
It lures my spirit away from hope and love,
Your silent call so seductive and persistent,
Enticing me like a Sirin from the end of the world,
Oh, liberate me with your embrace,
Free me from pain, concerns, shame, and desires,
Oh, to live the peace only you can give!

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