Death
Should I have lived in solitude
And rested upon my deathbed
With no clergy insisting I should
Fear for my soul
Or loved ones wailing at the certainty
Of their loss at my passing
Or lying specter planting the seed that I was
Born unto sin and death
Instead, if I had experienced nothing
But the serene observation of the sky
And the cradle of the earth
I am certain that
As death approached
There would be no fear
No regrets
Only peace
Laced with wonder
As I seem to begin again.
--unAsleep