Death Isn't the End

Ring! Ring! Ring!
<splish><splosh><splish>
TICK tock TICK tock
*sniffle*snort*sniffle*

I see you all calling,
on your dvices called telephones,
one another to spread
the word of my passing.
Mouths form short words
of consoling, though you
are not consoled yourself.
I fly down, my
Wings' feathers ruffling,
and touch your shoulder.
They do not have
telephones where I am.
You shiver, but notice
Me not. You wonder
Why, why today?
You say unto yourself,
not into the receiver,
"I can't believe this
had to be the and."
But I whisper to you
"It is not."
Then you brush your ear,
not hearing me, yet feeling my breath,
as if I were a fly.
Though you so this
to me, I still remain
happy. I finally received
my telephone call
from God.
The echoes of water hitting
the tile floors
only causes more pain in your
hearts. Why do you
cry so much for me?
Why are you so sad?
I am in a happier situation,
no pain, no suffering, no
saddness. I catch a teardrop
that falls from your reddened
eye. You only pause a second,
feeling me there, feeling my smile, and
stop sobbing. Yet you continue to
cry silently. "Stop." "Don't." I try to
reach you. Please hear me.
You finally do, and look up at
me. You do not see me, but
hear my clothes ruffle as I wipe
that saly water off my hands.
Stop cyring for me. I
have started a new adventure.
Where no tears are allowed, nor
any other terrible thing.
You nod, but I see your
hazel eyes begin to fog.
Your day will come, and
we will continue this adventure,
this new, brilliant adventure,
together for all eternity. Patience,
my relative. Patience. I will
watch. So not cry tears of
sadness, only tears of joy.
The clock doesn't stop
ticking, even though your
waterfall does. It beats the
rhythm of your hearts.
I have not much more time
to dwell amongst you.
But, need not worry, I shall
keep look over you all.
I will welcome you when
your first clock stops ticking,
and you second started.
And that one shall go on
forever with mine, in sync.
Your tears left you in
some sort of hiccups. You
sob, then snort, then sniffle.
Do not. Stop. Throw a party.
I do not want a sad
assembly to grieve of me.
Don't you understand, relative,
that I still am here, in some
form? That I never truly will
stop living? If I did, I
would not be able to welcome
you to the white gates. So have
faith, imagine me as I
am right now, flying
with white wings, a white
gown pressing against my
fleshy soul, a golden ring around
my brow, sandals of gold,
and smiling. Waiting. Watching.
Having the time of my life.
You will understand, eventually,
that this is not the close of
the book, no the finish of a
drawing. You will learn
that death is not the end,
but a beginning.

      An original poem
          Made only by the mind of
                  Anonymous Corsette (a.k.a. passionate0902)