When I Lie Dying

When I lie dying,
Kiss my lids,
My lips
My hair,
So I sense you there.

Hold me
In that flame and light
Love's clean eclipse
Before my astral flight.
Stars, bright pebbles
On a lofty beach,
Within our reach.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 1994 by Doris N. Sutton