Death *a poem* +

What will I write this morning?
So touch the beauty of the night
So tingle, and shake and shiver in its majesty.
Indescribable bliss
Were I to try and take the kiss of night,
My dreams
And this morning make them full
I would fail
For the morning came to quick
And the body aches to long
It was a thing so pure in its self
Undriven by the needs of flesh, or mind
Rested only in the soul
This s’morning I must write something
BE BORN again muse in my heart
Set free the flow
Flow freely into my thoughts.
Be a whisper in the day
Calling deep into the night
Deeper until I can go no more
Until all other things fail and
You alone
Your hands, cold and firm
Give me moments worth remembering