The Beauty of Death

Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love, and
Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights;

Light the  candles and burn incense around my bed, and
Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body;
Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume,

And read what the hand of Death has written on my forehead.

Let me rest in the arms of Slumber, for my open eyes are tired;
Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit;
Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my  withering heart.

Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for
Its magic meaning is a soft  bed upon which my heart rests.

Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers
Raise their crowns to greet the dawn.
Look at the bride of Death standing in a column of light
Between my bed and the infinite;

Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of
Her white  wings...

J.W.Waterhouse- My Sweet Rose

Kahlil Gibran

I Want To Stay Like This

II want to stay like this
if possible to the end.
By now the world around
no longer interests me.
It is enough that you are here
and I hold you like this.

A gesture from you is enough,
a smile,
a word;
and a moment like this
is worth an eternity.
Light a fire and then
let's be alone!
Us.
A. Bocelli

Maxfield Parrsih-Day Break

Universe

We are comet powder
opaque lights of restless spirits
submitted live coals sparkes
to fiutare every  breath of wind.

and you spoke to me of love
as I sieze in the infinite
like if you did not have fears
and the time was not measured.

But we are the wings in tries of sky
forced to take the flight
we are the echo of little words
urla we are suspended in the empty one.

Fausto

J.W.Waterhouse-Psyche Opening Cupids Door

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