Death

When fire is silenced to smoke.

When raging storms is reduced to a breeze.

When gushing waters hush to a trickle.

When lips hold secrets,

Time is cut off,

And words are trapped forever.

When the soul yearns to flourish,

Yet crushed too soon.

When the heart longs to throb

Just once,

Yet suppressed too soon.

When beauty unfolds in one's eyes

And withers in moments.

When dreams, created with zeal

Crumble in your eyes.

When fruitful joy in warmth

Shrivels in icy hatred.

When the last shred of hope

Weakens and tears apart.

The premature lily, softly folded in silence

Wrinkled in fear and refusal

Forever hidden in oblivion

A moist clump of earth,

Now a lifeless carcass.

When the infant, in lost search

Loses grasp of its motherly bond,

Searching for the evaporated love of its mother.

The fiery heat of the flames,

Thawing and embracing

Icy twilight.

When the hands of the clock

Melt and creep closer

To the last moment,

But snatched too soon.

Death,

Is a beautiful rest.

The drowsy eyelids

Snap shut,

One last time.