mortal

Death take me by the hand, can we exchange
Ecstasy by mutual command, I have
Nothing to fear from earthly fire, the strange
Heat from heaven’s sun hunts for those still alive.
I smuggled a mirror into heaven to
Reflect my new form to those grieving on
Earth.  The wind embraces a pauper’s grave, few
Will trace or ever pave history to a stones
Inscription. I have been told God sleeps and
Dreams about death, angels only exist when he
Wakes, rarely. How I did not understand
Money made begging- brought dreams poverty.
Here sleep does not exist, I  no longer
Dream, visions of my earthly state linger.