The colors at the end of day,
enhance the face of earth,
as if god with his paintbrush
would give tribute to its worth.
And in the same way gentle peace,
comes to close the eyes,
to give a glimpse of heaven
at the moment of demise.
Life’s rhythm may not coincide
with what we wish were true.
The roller coaster pays no heed
to what we’re going through.
It’s not for us, as mortal minds,
to truly comprehend
why the very plan of life
requires that it end.
Hence we must also close our eyes
if we would hold the hand,
and be a kind companion
as one follows god’s command.
We hug and cry and say goodbye
and send him through the door.
Then knowing that his soul’s at peace
we come to earth once more.
And when we open up our eyes
and see the world again,
we find its colors are enhanced
by the aura of our friend.