leaning

~
I wish for silken wings
to fly me from this world.
A gentle flight to unknown heavens
I wish to be softly hurled.

The ground beneath my feet now
is crumbling quick to dust.
And life passes quick now;
go to Death I must.

I dug an early grave for me,
The soil I scraped away.
And in my pine boxed coffin
For eternity I’ll stay.

A sleep of peace and wonder,
A dreamless flight of gray;
I need to close my eyes soon
And dream my life away.

Push me to the edge now,
I fear the dark unknown.
But if you don’t I’ll jump in
To embrace my death alone.
~