Death at Sea

while drifting on the ocean
while floating on the sea
moved by the gentle motion
as waves roll under me

the air, its soft caresses
the Sun, its warm embrace
my pain becoming less as
the smell of sea I taste -

on the distant shoreline
mountains rising to the sky
from my heart and from my mind
now I begin to fly

above the ocean's endless
heaving breathing deep
between white clouds I wend as
I rise as if from sleep -

from a world of shadows
into universal light
what I believed I had so
close and held so very tight

evaporates like mist at dawn
when Sun climbs into sky
away from Earth again reborn...
what it's like to die

while drifting on the ocean
while floating on the sea
moved by the gentle motion
waves rolling under me...