Death cometh on swift wings
flee and dream for one more day
but fail in time and succumb to eternal rest
close your eyes and dream of a slumber
no disturbances, no nightmares, no worries.
No more trying to fit in, the dead don’t judge the world from below
Angels dreams, early sunrise, pearly teardrops of laughter.
No more weeping, no more shouting, no more blood.
Forever rainbows, cloudy white throne, glowing light.
Harmonious music heard by all celestial beings.
You don’t have to like me anymore I’m at peace now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The themes of life, friendship, loss, love and death permeate your poetry with a certain haunting beauty in each. Nice work Jane,