how the last breath was an afterthought to life.
The wondrous light in my eyes did dim.
Hope that this is the day, bloomed,
bloomed in my shifting consciousness,
I crossed from life to immortality,
it was to be the sweet hand of death that greeted me.
Alas, it was my wife,
the sweet queen of hell.
My death solidifying the knowledge of life,
so that I
could truly have compassion
for the dead.