Blue calming waters

Sunday dishes and basketball
swirl with singing in the young soft car,
a green and gold bicycle gift,
passing out in a tiled bathroom.
I'm pulled from my body in
a timeless flash.
A sacred oasis,
constructed for rest, for knowing,
for letting go, finds me
in a dying moment.
Mourn for me, but I am not lost,
lying still, on a white linen sheet,
in the street, on an adjustable bed.
The light guides me on a drying line,
through a cave
into a field of green, by a river
with blue calming waters.
A friend waits for me on the bank,
holding the love we share
of a simple melody.
We cross.
'I'm home' we sing.
We're home. And I'll wait for you there.
So we can fade together, forever,
into the sun.