Dying Times

Dying Times

He lies in a bed
machines tell us he's alive, but only for a moment or two
his breathing very subtle
his vision fading
but he still sees the stars
the planets
the universe
adventures
the midnight sky

He still sees his friends
holding his hand
speaking soft words into his ear
though his hearing is dimming
he hears the waterfalls in Brazil
the call of the Albatross
the quiet-stillness of the night of his first kiss
the laughter of friendship

He begins to lose feeling in his hands
the hands which his friends hold on for dear life
and he remembers the soft touch of a rose petal
the wind on his face
the sun on his skin
the rain on his lips
the comfort of earth on his hands
still, he feels the hands holding him

He begins to fade
whispers a soft goodbye to his friends, his family, his wife
tears are shed
but he ask them to not cry
and though he faces these dying times
he whispers the words 'I love you'
and he begins to soar, soars higher than he ever could, pass the mountains
pass clouds
pass the sky
pass the moon
pass the sun
pass the universe itself
and overcomes, these dying times