Death at Sea

The day i died
I felt most alive.

The sun-kissed beach
was soft, gritty gold between my toes.

The lull of the solemn sea
pulled me toward its turquoise depths.

Salty wind combed my hair
lashing my face laughingly.

It was a picturesque day,
a perfect day to die.

Coldness dragging at my ankles,
the sea drew me into her liquid embrace;

She wore a shining diamond dress
adorned by a jewelled shower from Heaven.

It was a doorgift from above,
telling me of the welcome that awaits.

I walked with steady stride
knowing my lover across will patiently bide.

Into my watery grave i willingly went
taking a deep breath that scented of sea and death.

02 June 06