Life Poem by mystery writer

a precious rose petal floating in the wind
Breath coming in thin wisps
Her hair a golden mist of sparkling light
Her face lifeless but beautiful in all ways
She lay there the picture of beauty caught in a forever setting of lifeless death
Churning my stomach
So young
So pretty
Life just barely begun
Tears stream down various faces
But mine dry glued to her face like cement to emotional for tears
Engrossed in the meaning of life
Follow the light?
Get real
No one wants to follow the light
Unless your so ready for life to be over? ?
How depressing such a thing would be rediculous
Life to me is precious
A beautiful poem on a summer day
Why do I hope to live forever?
Is it possible
Is that real
Go where I've never been
Soar with the clouds
My soul at flight
Sweet sweet sorrow left behind
But see the light I'd turn away shaking with fright.