Transfuse life’s fluid
with oil’s of preserving grace.
Seal thought’s expression,
with threaded lips

Adorn me in the finest silks
tailored for respite’s march
blush, gray complexion
chasing shadows

Lay me in puffed satin,
with folded arms on a quiet heart.
Surround me in polished oak
framed for all to see.

Carry me with golden grips
into the forever
the never ending nothing
of final peace

see me now and,
stare into the defeat
of decaying love
and ponder,
always ponder

fates retreat