As I was.

As I lay here dying, my soul slowly departs

To fly free again over castles, ramparts,

Over plain of lush green, unbound and free

Into the unforeseen, way above the sea.

As I lay here dying, my heart slowly fades

Into oceans of love and of freedom, not graves

Made of selfish desires that chew innocence,

Cleansed now in fire, rid of my insolence,

Into skies so blue, my eyes can’t behold

To the mightiest heavens with stories untold.

As I lay here dying, my mind now awake,

Flies away to the mountains I’ve left in my wake,

To the rivers that flow, eternal and swift,

To the lights that glow, the stars in the rift.

As I lay here dying, I saw a light

Prepared for ending, for pain or delight,

Prepared for questions I ache to know

To be answered kindly, like the falling of snow.

As I lay here dying, I saw a hand

Who gently caressed me, and then, a command:

To rise up from my dying, my aching, my sleep,

And fight for the restless, the kind and the weak.