the running waters

the running waters

death is a river,

running

water,

constantly moving through.

we err on the side

of darkness,

when in fact, it is the light.

we will cross over, go into

a rambling waterfall.

we have to.

the experience of such, 

i have had not

and though i may talk

to no one who has,

the waters of that river,

i ponder it deeply.