Returning

I watch the clock,
Tick, tick, tick...

Slowly and agonizingly moving around.

What is time to one who lives forever?

My life has just become to blossom,
Still I can feel death's hand upon my ankle,
Icy and steely reaching from the ground.

Each day becomes like the last,
Routines digging into the floor,
Pulling me along.

Waiting for the darkness is tiring,
When the one you love is not near,
Yet waiting.

Waiting for you.

And finally when I fall to black,
Waking to the flowers and cascading waterfalls,
I am happy...

I know I have returned home.

But as I see the gate before me,
Illuminating the sky as it spins,
I know now that it's time again.

Careful steps take me forward,
Yet I am falling slowly backwards,
Maybe when we are reunited,

Finally we may rest.