I've thought of dying, <br />Of what dying may be like; <br />This is not new; <br />I've come to a conclusion; <br />To believe it is like the rain, <br />And when it rains; <br />The water on the leaves get <br />too heavy for them to hold <br />and all at once, the water rolls off, <br />Sounding like a little waterfall <br />This must be much like dying <br />Our body not strong enough <br />To hold up the life it has <br />so it decides to let go of life; <br />All at once <br />But then, where is the waterfall? <br />Is it the sound of life falling; <br />heard inside the dying mind <br />while the life is fleeing? <br />Or could it be the sound of our memories <br />playing fast in succession? <br />Will I see my first memory again, <br />the beluga whales through glass; <br />tiny fingerprints, grandfather's laugh?<br /><br />B.B. Loring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beluga-whales-through-glass/
