A dancing figure, light and free,
moves with virgin liberty.
Eyes like moon crystals in the sea,
my escort has come for me.
An apparition God has sent
to calm this fleeting moment.
A traveler between life and death,
a comforter at one’s last breath.
I’m ready for my heavenly flight,
pass away, pass away into the light.
Breathe no more – just release,
my escort and me – eternal peace.
C. S. Craig August 15, 2007