THE DESDEMONATA
by S Hartwell
My years on earth were years I merely borrowed;
My passage to the glory lands bring to me no sorrow,
You give me comfort at the last,
So help me take the sunlit path,
And while I bathe forever in eternal light in Purradise,
I’ll always be a kitten in your heart.
My time on earth is nearly done my friend,
I ask one final thing –
Procure for me a gentle,
painless end.
My body was so tired as I bathed in summer scents,
At the final curtain’s falling,
the approach of welcome death I sensed,
In death my body looks as though I simply sleep,
I am at peace.
I have no pain.
In astral flesh I’m whole again.
But who will hold YOU while YOU weep?
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