Maybe we are not afraid of death
But we fear our name
Being plucked from the air
...
Dear Death
How will I feel
when you knock on my door?
Will you enter abruptly
or warn me before?
When my time has come
will you call out my name?
And when I am gone
will the world do the same?
How will you greet me
when we finally do meet?
Will you put me to rest
when I cannot fall asleep?
Perhaps you will leave me
to endure my own plight
UnTil the final day when you whisper the words,
"Goodnight."