death in your arms

from birth to life
to death to light,
we will transition into
the arms of shadows
and memories will whisper cold winds
into our soul, carrying us high
above a lifetime's deathgrip on
worry. i wonder,

why are we afraid of death?
why are we more prepared
to hold our breath and push light
under the blackened arms
of lifeless waves? our desire

needs endless room to breathe.
it pulls us out from the depths
of restless water
and fills our lungs
with the wanderlust
of a thousand suns.
still i wonder,

why are we afraid of death
when we can die
into each other?