If I Was To Die

Photo by The Dwyers

If I was to die

It would be with the reflection of the mountains in my eyes

I would die with sun-pink cheeks

And a mouth full of blackberries

I want to die while my heart is still a greenhouse for hope

All my wild dreams as seedlings in egg cartons

Reaching toward the window

I cannot die yellow and hungry

I will not die in sterile air

But I would like to die

While the fireflies are still glowing

Morse coding their poetry for a cynical earth

I would like to die like Joan of Arc

With dignity and urgency and stubbornness

As a watercolor portrait in the night

A sight to behold, a hero in flames

Nightbirde

From “Poems for the Dark” by Nightbirde

Photo by The Dwyers