Death!

I sometimes wonder when I hear about someone passing away, as to what really does death mean? Does it merely turn out to be the end of ones physical presence. What does death do with a body that can no longer turn on its own. That can no longer seek refuge in the warm arms of a lover. That can no longer smile or leave a note before leaving home. what does death do with a body that doesn't seek faith in a friend's conversations. if people knew their exact time of passing away would they say their final goodbyes? and if they would, how would they do so? would they leave behind letters to read? or would they simply meet those important to them over a casual cuppa coffee and say it. would just a few words like i will miss you make up for a lifetime of laughter, sorrow, picnics, conversations. Does fear take over a persons mind who waits for the end to come?

Is death a diplomat, taking away a body and dealing in square, impalling it as thorns of fire tear it to shreds. Is death a craftsman, taking the body uphill on the railroad of pain? Is death a lost lover, striking directly at the heart? Or is it Gods way of peace so we are taken to a place, underground in a night lit bar, where we wait, and then we fall asleep forever?

i want to take a vacation...

i want to take a vacation.
where i can walk on the riverbed with my naked feet sinking in the sand
where i can talk about the art and the beautiful architecture
where i can get lost in the history the place holds
where i can feel the breeze in my hair
where i can realise how different the place is from where i belong but yet find similarities
where i can smile at strangers
where i can sit at cafe for hours thinking about nothing
where i can walk through a crowd and still feel at home
where i can find peace
where i can look at the sky and for once learn to fly
where i can run barefeet in the streets
where i can dance like noones watching
where i can feel the rhythm in the air
where i can gather pebbles
where i can embrace the wind
where my lovers eyes will reflect his heart...