We want life without death

but it doesn't work that way

here on this turning planet,

here in this place

death is always just a breath

away

and when it comes

those left behind

grieve,

those left behind

breathe

their sorrow into songs

and flowers.

Is death a friend?

Is dying going home?

Breathe now, my dear,

breathe into this moment.

Death lives with life

but until it comes,

breathe.