Warm, sweet, beautiful death – massaging my throbbing heart with grace. Too many beats to count, slipping through the cracks of my awareness. Utterly sweet the fading dark. I feed on this nectar like a babe. Behind the cowshed my bed awaits me. I hunger for more. More warmth, more sweetness, as I drop into the realms of another dimension. Here a lark brushes its tail feathers over my pursed lips while I strain to keep my balance. I touch its lingering breath to my soul and spread my wings into distant lights. That very same warmth wrapped tightly around my limps, I soar across every border of my imagination. What sweet freedom grants my pounding heart eternal peace. A cascade of feelings left behind as I break through the barrier and all ascends into wide , open stillness.