Articulate Thoughts Of Death - Movement 1 -  the Final Slumber (Written from the perspective of a 87 year old widower)

My name is not important,  
I am 87 years old,  
Over the course      
Of my storied life    
I have wore many masks,    
Lover,  
Fighter,  
The life of the party    
The easy lay.    
     
Through out it all    
My one true companion    
Was my true love.  
18 months ago    
She left this world    
Tonight I plan    
On joining her!  
     
Its funny i'm not a least bit scared,  
I'm almost giddy    
With excitement    
Like a child creeping    
Down the stairs    
On Christmas morning.    
     
But this morning    
I was gripped with the    
Realization    
That the dream's  
Of the previous night    
Would be my last.    
     
An hour passes    
Then I feel her presence    
Like butterfly's    
Dancing in the caucus    
Of my broken heart.    
She reaches out    
With hands like veins.   
Finally she    
Calls my name.    
     
I know that this    
Will be      
My final slumber    
I Will be free of the nightmares      
That failed to replace    
Her essence.    
And decay these    
Twilight years.    
     
"I'm coming to you my sweet,    
My one true companion    
My love".