The Magnificent Death
Everything that has a beginning, has its end.
Everything that grows from dust, returns to the dust.
Do I have to live my life in a fear of death?
Do I have to be afraid of the new beginning, new breath?
Death is not outside of me
It lives in me, and as I’m slowly getting older
It reminds me that it has a key
And someday it will overtake me.
Everything disappears with me
The sorrow and love
Yet, my poems will stay.
I’ll live in them till the old paper fades away.
I’ll continue to live on another world
I’ll continue to sail like a weary sailor
Exhausted from the salt and sea foam
I’ll continue to follow the compass, to find my home.