Because you could not stop for death,
I kindly stopped for you;
an invitation saved for this
Declaring your life’s just begun
and works you haven’t done;
paper with rhymes and words unsaid—
while your ink well dries blue.
Instead, come. Join the procession
into the uncharted
where rarely seen a setting sun
and gloom is discarded.
In my carriage we duly ride
east past the stormy clouds
farther than your thoughts have ventured
straight into the profound.
Welcome to cosmic renewal;
your spirit’s free to run
as different journeys will begin
beyond the morning dew.