Send me no remorse, no return from death's doorstep.
Allow freedom of my spirit to soar towards heavenly rainbows,
let it grasp everlasting echoes of peace forming immediately
after life has left me.
Standing on a peak, looking over, unafraid of the final fall,
happily looking upward and jumping over.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/facing-death-3/
