Deathly Questions

by Dmecca7

Death, I dreamed of you and what it would be like 
when your hands are wrapped around me, lulling me to an eternal sleep. 
Squeezing my soul out of its shell, releasing me into the unknown. 
I wonder how it would feel just before and after my last breath. 
Would I see myself lying there as I ascend or descend to wherever I may go? 
Will I really see pearly white gates or crimson red caverns filled with fire? 
You know the type of visions that are portrayed on TV and on the silver screens. 
Will I see my loved ones that have past before me, 
reuniting with them as they show me the ropes to my new existence? 
Or will they still remain as a memory of my mortal past. 
Maybe I will become a part of the sun, moon and stars, 
coexisting with the vastness of the universe. 
Given a chance to propel stars and meteors for people to wish upon and gaze at. 
Be an inspiration to my fellow poets, as they write underneath 
the midnight sky or bask in the warmth of the sun. 
Maybe just maybe, I will be able to send sun kisses and moonlight hugs 
to my one and only true love, as I dry her tears with the rays of the sun 
and I kiss her goodnight from the beams of the moon. 
What if none of these things happen and I just disappear 
after my soul takes flight not being here or there, 
just a fragment of time that has come and gone 
having my life light blown out never to shine again?

Deathly Questions by Dmecca7

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