THE FIRST VISION

She walked into my life
Like a leaf surfing on the wind,
The face of innocence
A cherub, an angel
Who touched my cold heart
And as the warmth seeped in
The hard heart melted.
And I held on to her for eternity.
The warmth that was out of my of life
Was provided by her.
She, a mere child melted me
A huge character, metaphor
The world had once seen.
I settled in a sweet sleep
For once and then also I
Held her. She caressed me.
I knew she was peace.
I knew not for how long such
Joy would stay, forever she said.
Then though a blind man
Could not see
I hoped her to be the
Lovely daughter I lost
One whose touch healed
A lost face in the staggering numbers
Of millions in this world.
But then as she closed my eyes
With her sweeping fingers
To put me to a little sleep
Me, a blind man gained vision
And I saw in her warm sweet face
As I fell into a deep sleep
The gentle face of death
Of warmth and oblivious eternity.

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a tribute to death in all its glorious beauty