Prepare For Death

with one last chance to be alive how do I ready myself for death I quietly watch the pulse of wind and feel the rush of air like breath my window rattle is a drum the sound is like a beating heart the visions that surround me here will soon appear to play their part the tossing trees in ecstasy are greeted by a moonless night they cannot see they cannot feel they do not curse the dying light to touch each moment passing by can only help the soul break free I touch and taste and know the wind that's all that I may clearly see