Death

Something I wrote a long time ago talking about the cycle of life.

Death

A black rose slowly opens its petals
showing its queer beauty to the world

A loyal wife hold her husband's hand,
as death escorts his soul to the gates of judgment.
A mother holds her baby as
life is breathed into his tiny longs.

Life and death are on a simultaneous roller coaster,
never ending
never slowing.

As one person embraces deaths hollow kiss,
another is born.

This is the way of the world.