Death Will Meet Me
© carol voccia 2009

Death will gently meet me in the desert
Offering to quench my last thirst

Holding up a cup of spring to wash away my dry
Let me dive into it like a canyon wind
Sipping the endless drink
I will swallow whole the world and sky
Clinging to the moon in silent

Dress me in a drape of stars
Declare my dust and
Blow my ashes to the sun
Keep me warm in the endless dark
Death will keep me in the dew
Holding tight its arid frost
Marrying me in the ground forever

Until we meet again in the howling desert
I will gently meet you with a cup of spring