Oh I have been so near to Death
So near it held me by the hand
And taught me as life never had
To weave a rope of shining sand,

For Death was kind and more than kind
When my terror slipped away,
It rolled the lid from off my night
And burned my coffin into day;

And it was good to breathe again
The little breath it gave to me
And see with Death - awakened eyes
Enchantment sitting on a pea

And wonder ripening on thorns:
It was enough, enough to bet
I am beholden unto death
For giving back myself to me


judiel

be well and dream good dreams...

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Sarapin, in the year 242 AF.