Rest

All the times I thought I could not
go on, I went on,
for this time of gentle, giving night.

Where filled with peace I could lay
my back against life, slowly
breathing in death, chest
rising against the morning.

When I don't hold any hands,
but Thine, and lose my grasp
on time to embrace eternity's
tantalizing window pane.

I'm ready to sleep, live my
dreams dreamt in life, under
blazing lights of day; to rest
in the cool breeze, protected
from fire, in a celestial
night, forever.