Death is a creation
A reversal of sorts for the living
It sparks a new,rare occurrence
Life reaches for us
It extends its intentions to us
Its firm impress on our newly formed shoulders ensures that it is our
turn
We wriggle in the face of this light
Our faces meet
Stare into the eyes, there is fragility
Roll your skin on skin, hard lines of character, veins of birth
Hope is in the smile
Possibility lies over the horizon on the other side of the cheek