Death, My old friend

Will you creep up on me

Like night on a mountain lake

In the winter time

Swift and cold

Or will you meet me

Like a lover on a tryst

Fulfilling and passionate 

Wanting for more

Or will I just see you

In my dreams and  

Go away peacefully

Smiling like a baby

Maybe you will lull me 

In to it like

My mama’s lullabies

Every night in her arms 

I may have already 

seen You in all the fears

I hold within me 

And died..

Many times already

I died in the arms 

Of my lover

Just the other day

In the orange moon

I saw on a train ride

Over the Ganges

Whenever and however

You come, 

I will be ready for you 

Meet me well

My old friend.