Death Cradles Me

Death cradles me so close. My ear pressed against his hollow chest, I hear the echoes of eternity, like the whispering wings of the angels. His eyes were once black voids as I looked upon them, but now I see the stars in those spheres of endless night… and O how beautiful this mortal end will be… I am ready to let go and sink into the milky cocoon of Heaven’s womb, reborn among the clouds and the welcoming golden gates.

© J.G.

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