And death will come to soon.
How it would be if all things could sparkle, sprinkled in the dust of diamonds and caressed by the soft whisper of an autumn sea mist kissing awake the senses of naked skin. Oh how it would be to swim in oceans of wild waves crashing about my body as it pulls me within its swell before hurtling me into the beauty of pure and cleansing waters. To transcend no boundaries of time but instead to feel life flowing in my veins and growling in my mind the strength of the lioness roaring into open skies. May no heaven await me no hell willing to take me, my life is upon this earth in the now, I am neither glory nor doomed, I am life and death will come to soon.
Karen Hayward ©2016