I imagine dying to be

looking up from the ground

at trees swaying in the wind,

each leaf dancing in time..

Until the light -

softest of companions- 

drains away.

And the after image glows in my truest parts

the element that once pulsed with stars.

floating stardust in the air

and fireflies...

and snowflakes falling down in the winter,

though to much of it could be breathing suffocation

but I would be loving every bit of it in masochism.

As years pass by and soon comes a day 

when I have to die again.