Ode to death.

White lillies and the soft embrace of an endless rest we claim as death, the silk linning of a slumber, and the unbroken seal of breath, 

The canopy of frozen dreams, remastered wing wings and feathers bright,  a doorway to another realm and endless loving light,

To be a disconnection with the body fleshy laid
Tears of console take to the eyes, and trickle 
Where they're made,

Mourners talk about the living days and in fulfillment leave a rose, and subtle are the family chains, for death holds love therefore it grows,

A single thought about one's leaving,  an empty space no longer filled,  but most is pleasent for the sleeper,  in a peace that god has willed, 

The days no longer be remastered,  and nights hold prayers towards the sky,  because the love We have for them shall neither cease nor die, 

Ode to deaths sensation,  to be silent of a word
With halo and the strong ability,  seeks the heavens like a bird,

To fly ,  and sleep in glorious days Death seems most peculiar in her ways, but holds most passion in her plight,  granted then we find the light ,

Ode to death and her known grace, and stillness then upon one's face, a look of peace forever found,  as we lower them to ground.