Sonnet: Oh Death That Answers So Sweetly, Hear Me. Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Oh death that answers so sweetly, hear me.
Let voices serve as guides to the dying places.
Seeking pleasure in blessed eyes that see,
The flavour of sacred incense flowing.
Oh dreams that end but have no beginnings,
Wrap mists of understanding in the heart.
Touching the relics of Sacred Mary,
Feeling the ending that must be begun.
Flowing into the altar of despair
That exists in clouds blocking the sun.
Living is part of the dying process
And so looking forward, it is all done.

There are no rules to exist as it were,
For we must know that only death endures.