For It You Are Alive... Poem by Rince Wind

How can death of a man be larger than the death of a dream 
Life didn't start when I took my first breath,  
it started when my mother imagined me for the first time,  
taking shape inside her, a body less, and more of a lump 
of beating mass with limbs and eyes. 

I must have lived there the most,  
in an imagination which was about my life.
So to be alive, can't be - not being dead 
similarly dying can't just be 'not existing',  
it needs to be more. 

Guess when it takes away from what's still alive a death happens.
Again, its not a sudden thing.
Dying can't be momentary. 
Death lives, as life does. 
Sometimes more slowly than life. 

It takes away your heart beat one day, but that's more like a gift 
For before that it erodes away at life, claiming remains 
whatever has been lost or left unguarded
by its only opponent and the only audience
Death, however. is just another natural order in the way of things 

As what dies doesn't stop existing. 
Though in the moment it might seem like a loss,  
it actually like the dried leaves
which have fallen on the same soil where the tree grows
But be careful, for what's dead should not reborn as dead again 

unlike life, death is haughty and hence tempting,  
death of small things especially. 
let your dreams die, if they have to, a natural death,  
don't kill them because when you kill them,  
you also start killing the part of you that dreams

it's only when you understand death,  
you see it like a thing alive something real… 
and always for life, mostly taking away more than you get 
because that's the only way it knows how to give. 
because for it, you are alive.