Your eyes
so dark and open
wide open
but some how glassed over to me too
crowned with your wild white hair
disheveled
flaming out from you head
and i see
you seeing
death coming
walking in slow motion
into our lives
entering
preparing to open the window wider
getting ready to steal you away
through the window, the door
you are about to be pulled
out
to the world we don't know
so clearly you understand more than i do
the mystery
but i can feel the texture of it with your gaze
oh great wonder
ready yourself
for if death is as beautiful as you
she is perfect
