Thanatophilia

Beautiful and calm as a spring sunshower,
Cooling drops speckle my warm body
Until I am veiled in dew and flowers
That slowly grant peaceful stasis to me.

Heat from within and cold from without,
Harmonizing silently in the bright void between
A moment and eternity, free of doubt
And unshackled from the bounds of certainty.

Neither awake nor asleep in this bliss
Yet detached from emotion altogether,
Knowing that I am loved and loveless
Upon the moment I sever the final tether.

Not a lust nor an infatuation, but a draw.
As if pulled by gravity in space’s expanse
And freely flowing like water from thaw.
If I have ever loved, I feel it in our dance.

You seduce me to finality, ye Angel of Death,
The Angel I fear, but Death takes my breath.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very well written and obviously the product of much meditation on the topic. Would it not be ironic, though, if mighty death were just a doorman?

[Cass Ashe]

Thank you! And an interesting idea worth its own deep rumination indeed.