Dream of Death

[qthe3rd]

Sleep, sleep well to sleep no more,
For to be now is to be before,
For that little vision of death
Is life unchain'd, a captured breath;
Water in your hands.

That dream you dream can run amuck,
Spirit free but body stuck,
The mind may wander to and fro,
But in death life plants it's seeds to sew.
Fulfilling self.

For when life points it's bony finger at you,
Don’t believe that moments left you have but few-
For in this slice of dream and learning,
Mind may find what body's yearning.
A dream for the brain.

Death may claim you from whence you wake,
But he need not make that mistake,
For your live is yours alone,
Say you deny me death, in hardest tone;
I am my own world.