Death and Me
by (c) Sir M.J. Wasik
In the light where dancing fairies dwell,
whispering of the deals fate compels,
A fleeting breath, a gentle sigh,
As air hangs thick and spirits fly
I look longing across a chasm wide,
With Death, my solemn, patient guide.
Take from me life’s sad veil,
The creeping doubts, the faintest wail,
I’ll barter strength for lives entwined,
For every love that’s left behind.
(chorus)
“What, dear death, do I obtain,
From tender tears, from joy and pain?
For every moment that I seek,
There lies a cost, a painful truth to speak”
I reach within, my heart in hand,
“I’ll trade you longings and a grain of sand.”
With bated breath, I watch and wait,
Stillness hums as Death decides my fate.
Pausing to consider for a time,
The symbols on the silver moon entwined.
A sigh escapes, like autumn leaves,
In this transaction, my heart believes.
“Your offer’s rich,” Death softly sings,
“But life’s a web with tangled strings.
As we tread through shadowed paths
With every sorrow, and pain’s cruel laughs,
For every joy, a flicker fades,
In every heart, a shadow wades.”
“But oh,” I plead, “let me extend
This fragile barter, so I can end,
In death, I see the beauty’s glow,
A cycle danced, the ebb and flow.
To realms beyond. Where echoes cease
In the stillness, there is release”
(chorus)
“What, dear death, do I obtain,
From tender tears, from joy and pain?
For every moment that I seek,
There lies a cost, a painful truth to speak”
I reach within, my heart in hand,
“I’ll trade you longings and a grain of sand.”
With gentle grace, Death shakes its head,
“For life’s high price is never shed,
But should you choose, dear soul, to fight,
Rebuke the dark, and embrace the light.
Let us bargain not to flee from time,
But for your strength to face the climb,
To cherish moments, bright and rare,
And weave them into every prayer.”
The sun does rise, so here we stand,
with melancholy joy and hour glass in hand.
In bargaining, I found my place,
To live, to love, in the Days embrace.