The world disappears

I have found my rest,

my peace,

my death.

Let the blanket of souls

hold me in their arms,

away from disturbance,

let there be no harm.

The skies move and shine

blinding love they proclaim,

I sigh

I whisper your name.

Not lost, not found,

just dwelling in between

the reality of life,

the blissfulness of dream.

Whatever happens, I shall be still;

disappear, leave me rest

in you I've found my peace

I am beyond death.

January 2001