Shadows of Death

Time is all we have. A time when the earth stood still and silence just engulf your soul. When an empty sound whispers to your ear, you shiver  and wept. Even the most expensive 75th birthday gifts cannot elate your lonely heart. You are afraid, you are cold, you are alone. In the waning time you are approaching death. The living see it as a time of parting, a time of goodbyes. However the universe see it as rebirth, a new life. You will be born again. Just like the life of a phoenix, from ashes you are created; to ashes you shall return and be born again. On the last breath you are counting. Counting not the numbers but the time. Waiting, hearing your own precious breath. Breathing in, breathing out. Death shouldn't be something we would dread. Rather, we should see death as an opportunity. A time of rebirth where all that has past is put to rest.