Beyond the Last Bend

The day that I'll reach the end of the way 
 
With my strength spent and devoid of words 
 
I wish for a sunset burning in the sky 
 
Like in a dream I dreamt once upon a time. 
 

My face that tears traced as I roamed the land 
 
I will rest carefully on my parchment-like hand 
 
Resembling a flower of an origami master: 
 
A beautifully fragile arthritic disaster. 
 

I will stroke death like the fur of a cat 
 
And not even for a while will I cry — 
 
All cravings that would make me stay 
 
Will have long been lost on the way. 
 

I will be glad to have — at last — some rest
 
Holding darkness tight against my breast
 
Snug in nothingness filled with serenity
 
And eternally smiling at eternity.