What is lost that can be given?
The final breath is quickly taken away
As the lights begin to slowly dim and the eyes close,
Slowly, the beating heart begins to slow.
Watchful eyes are waiting with bated breath,
Waiting for the final shuddering to halt
As the heart beats its final drum
Before the silence deaden inward.
And a new dawn rises
As breath is given as new born eyes open to the world,
Taking in the first breath of life
As one fades into the ever-present dark
What is lost that can be given?
