The last time,
I was taken by a flood;
the time before that,
I was taken in my sleep. I want,
this time, to go and not be taken.
Garlands of joy should be
hung around me as I sit here tonight;
fireworks, music, and dancing should begin,
and very soon. Why wait? Let me be
as the fish who shimmer
under moon or sun,
even when they are in the net.
Dark Matter 
November 20th, 2012 at 10:34 am
Lovely… I have nothing more to add. It makes you think about reincarnation for a second (at least I did)… My conclusion – not so bad to reincarnate after you see such poem 😉
November 20th, 2012 at 11:52 am
Thank you.