Death Waits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hiding facets of eternity, death waits in hallways of
non-existence for our appearance in his realms of
evening darkness and final sunsets.

Silently calling us in strands of music, letting us
know the expressive aromas of flowers nearing our
coffins on last days of living on earth.

Scenting our passing with funeral parlor roses, over-
whelming our senses and letting us taste the freedom
of ocean's beyond us.