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I know you won't want to let me go.
One day though,
time will force your hand.

Will you let me go on a bright spring day?
Will you let me die, lying beside
the emergent plants on the forest floor,
as the soft spring light shines on me?

I will nourish with my energy
all things that will grow that spring.
My essence will dissipate
through the spring among living things
and make them ready for a vigorous summer.

I want to go away
on a full moon night, in the new spring.
The soft light will wash away my pain
from being let go.
Silver hallow will surround my body.

I will remember our last kiss
as I rejoice in embracing death
like a long lost friend.

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Death, its dark beauty, has fascinated me in recent years. Phil's passing and then, the death of newborn twin granddaughters of Lidieith (a good friend at Las Cruces) has made me think about death, how it is to die and how I want to die.

Emanated the preceding from all that.