Essence Of Life

A distant ethereal voice.
Is it trying to tell something to me?
Is it asking me to stay?
My vision's all hazy now.
But the shadow of a dainty being,
Is getting closer to this bed of roses,
Over which, I lay....


It has come from a far off place,
In search of me,
And it's sad cause I am about to leave.
I have no answer to why it is asking me,
To carry on and never give up.
Only if I can explain to this apparition,
That I just have a few more minutes to live.


The voice continues to linger,
Inside my mind and I am still unsure,
Whether it's my imagination,
Or something beyond my understanding.
Cause the death clock is ticking over my head,
And yet the voice says that if I can make it stop,
Then I will never have to face it all alone.


A sweet fragrance feels up the atmosphere,
As I continue to rest on my death bed.
The cold north breeze gently kisses my lips.
As the voice starts to fade away,
And so does my senses.
But before I have closed my eyes,
I can feel the tear drops in the form of dew,
As they fall on my cheeks.