Death why do you hold my hand and walk with me as a lover?
Can I not hold fast in my life..?
Do you not know that I hold as much in the way as I hold past the string of the present.
Would not the mind falter and crumble under the weight and knowledge of the life I know and the life I hold?
My moments are precious and fleeting so why Dear Death,
why do you hold fast my hand and caress my lips like a lover?