poem: death

 

 

death is a dear and distant friend of mine

it is the way a raindrop dies when it hits the ground,
and blooms into a river.

it is the way the sun dies beneath the evening horizon,
and bursts into the stars.

it is the way music fades into silence
it is the first snow blanketing the world

death is the way a watch stops ticking


i love you the way a heartbeat slows to a stop.