Beautiful Fear

We all have that fear,

that beautiful fear of

the end.

 

What is the end though,

it differs for us all,

for some there is nothing,

nothing at all.

 

For others though,

that beautiful fear,

is ceased by the

thought that eternal

life is near.

 

When dose the fear subside?

That too is up for interpretation,

as a life force of mass and energy

has no end.

 

For me it subsides,

when my soul inside,

I tend.

 

We all have that fear,

that beautiful fear of

the end.

 

Photograph of a plant frozen in an icicle, mirrored.

Done