Death I

A transcendental sleep

So sound

And no dreams

And no lines on the forehead

With a mystic smile

A larceny unveiled

Forever.

The departed,

The sanitized,

The bleached,

Purged

Again like a new born.

No ties

No bonds

Yet the innocence

And a wish

To fall back

A little

Reorienting the thoughts

And mistakes in the past

Undone

All

But one.

A praise undone

A hymn unsung

A prayer unspoken

A wish unfulfilled

A promise un-kept

A book unread

A dream undreamt

A bond unknown

A song unwritten.