When silence comes

beauty of death

When silence comes with silver wings,
And shadows stretch, like sacred things,
The soul unbinds its earthly thread,
And walks where the stars have fled.

No pain remains, no fear, no fire
Just drifting lights and soft desire.
A breath, a pause, a final sigh.
Then open arms beyond the sky.

Death is not dark, nor clothed in grief,
But wrapped in peace, like a falling leaf
It knows the names we've long forgot
And leads us where time is not.

So let it come, the hollowed call
It gathers, gently, one and all.
Not loss but love that will not cease
Not death but deep returning peace.