Come, Sweet Death

by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON

Come, sweet death,
into the arms of my embrace.
Embrace, sweet dream,
all myself inside yourself.
Dream sweetly, death,
of my return into your arms,
embracing tenderly,
dream always sweetly now.

Come, shadows, forth,
into the light and be dispersed,
think always vaguely yourself
as a deathly form.
Breathe gently now,
inhale the scent of death,
disperse yourself into a form
of the unknown.

Come softly, love,
think not of death nor shadows,
but light less vague
than dreams that embrace you.
Descend beyond, sweet love,
return, encompass me,
for all myself inside yourself,
dream always until death.

(C) Copyright Brianna Rose Burton 2011
1/16/2011