The Acceptance of Death

Passing silk abandons the grass,
With feet so light they are carried away
On root and flower and budding Life
For the immortals bend no blades.

And inside a picture she painted in her heart
A body knelt down to pray
To a tree who wept for her and all her people
And for its leaves who began falling today.

Far off in the distance are heard the words
Spoken by the fading breath
But sounding now louder than the beating heart
Are the calls voiced by Death.

Yet here she saw beauty no blood could taint
With limbs that held only stars
And she touched the flag with the emblem of such beauty
Then felt it now torn apart.

And then a wind blew and shattered the tree
So that she sat in a torrent of years,
Falling, ever falling, like the mortals
Who close their eyes in tears.

Then the screams stole her silence,
The choking breaths her easy breeze,
Then frightened, she chased the sunset
And begged it not to leave.

And there she lay in the sunrise
Born on the waves of dreams
That mingled with the seagull’s cries
And the sound of the falling leaves.

She opened her eyes to a sailing ship
Made servant to the Sea,
She tried to call but lost her breath
And drifted back to sleep…

She at last awoke in a bed of leaves,
Then stood and walked back home
And without a glance upon the sea
She lived her Fate alone.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Please review this poem and tell me your thoughts!

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