Friend Death

Just a thought of welcoming death as a friend.

There is no escape from your still gaze.

Your eyes are the last I'll see when the day comes

for my days to end.

You'll look down on me-hopefully as a friend in waiting-

and welcome me to the fold behind the veil.

There is no escape from your calling.

Your voice is like eternity beckoning me

from time itself into the great unknown.

You'll whisper to me in a voice so clear-

a voice I've come to know so well.

There is no escape from your agenda.

Your sense of time is all your own;

to negotiate is futile.

Instead, you'll find me when you're ready,

and come with you, dear friend.

There is no escape from you, friend Death.

Your subtle nature will become so clear

to me, and to all at some point or another.

You'll make yourself known, and I won't fight the end.