Zzz.

~written 9th May 2007~

life is fleeting
like a gentle breeze
as souls depart from this place
and life gives up its lease

floating helplessly
like a leaf from a tree
blown by what was
and what would come to be

at the end of it all
the brother of sleep claims its prize
all else ends then
as a single soul dies

the indignance of the world
ignores such a tragedy
ignores the liberation
of a soul being set free

a mayfly is born
and passes on the next day
just as fast we come
and to eternal sleep we lay