Floating in the Dead Sea.

i too shall one day feel old,
when my ashes brush their feet in the sea;
chills of death pull flesh afloat,
wishing you could float with me.

i too shall one day walk weak,
when my bones connect to rub way;
chills of friction deepen reaction,
wishing my life didn't accrue warfare’s pay.

i too shall one day feel my soul,
pouring its weight on the drear of my chest;
pulses beating at speeds of walking canes,
wishing headstones would mark my quest.

i too shall rinse my spirits into the sea,
and thrust all aches to the enemy’s floor;
as three Comets fly across the sky,
lighting the tunnel to the other Shore.

i too shall one day grow instantly gray,
when my urn faints into the sea;
tragedy floating in blood of the Lamb,
wishing you could float with me.