A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

The gaze of death is captive

In its inviting way of being,

It brings a silence almost seductive,

That draws in without promising pain.

It arrives without haste, disguised,

With the calm of one who already knows

That life, no matter how it ends,

Continues in the delicate shadow.

And in the invitation, there is an uneasy peace,

A promise of deep rest,

As if the end were an arrow

Pointing beyond this world.

The gaze of death is captive,

But only those who have seen

That in the end, the last breath

Is the beginning of what never left.

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