Sunflower Field

I have died, and Death is here, chasing me through my dreams;

If I hide in this bed of sunflowers, will he find me, will I be seen?

The sun is shining brightly; life is upon my lips.

Surely he cannot take me, I’m young and will be missed.

An hour or so has passed, I saw him at the gates

of this field that I stay in, the sunflowers at my waist.

He paused to look at me, but did not go inside;

I hope that he will forget me, and leave me by the by.

The sun is setting fast, the sky has slowly expired;

though I hate to admit it, I’m getting rather tired.

The sky is pink and orange, a cold is setting in.

Death is watching from afar; I’ll never let him win.

Now the sun is gone, and night has overtaken.

The sky is full of embers; I think that I have weakened.

My legs are feeble and wobbly, the skips of my heart are late.

With the setting of the stars, Death passes through the gate.

I cry out and start to run - Death, I don’t want to meet.

A masquerade of sunflowers lie withered at my feet.

Though he can catch me easily, he hovers in-behind;

for Death knows that eventually all life must rest its eyes.

Suddenly my legs give out and I crash upon the earth;

the ground rises to determine my body’s worth.

Death stops before me, where I am panting, out of breath.

I look up at Death and ask of him my last request.

But Death is not human, and therefore, does not understand.

He is simply a force made to take you to another land.

He is a machine that man would use to mow;

all he really knows is that I don't want to go.

Death holds my hand, and I feel a heaviness there.

Maybe if I plead, the rest of me he will spare.

However with his touch, my very mouth goes weak;

I suddenly feel lost, and groggy with a long-needed sleep.

Next he brushes my face, with the back of his pale hand.

My eyes flutter shut, and I feel the winds of a foretold land.

Though I’m now gone, my body decayed and gray;

the sunflowers above me will live to see another day.