Come Sweet Death
Come Sweet Death
Come sweet death, gentle deliver,
Wrap me in your embrace.
Give me that chill kiss;
Let me feel your deadly sting.
Free this too heavy heart.
Let my soul fly upward,
High into the eternal realm;
Into the rays of cosmic dust.
Let me clutch the lilly to my breast.
And lie in that last repose,
From whence non return.
Come sweet death come.
poem by Paul Brookes
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