The setting sun framed her face
Highlighting her infinite beauty and grace.
An errant lock brushed her cheek.
Attempting my straying attention to pique.
From the crescent of her lips escaped an alluring smile
To mask her joy, her efforts were deemed futile.
Her welcoming arms , warm with her fragrance
Eased off the pain and held me in a trance.
Against her soft and familiar chest
I finally lay my weary head to rest .
No, I do not relive the past .
But live as I breathe my very last.
So many times I lived the moment of Death
That now when this was truly my last breath
“Been there , done that “ was all I could think
While standing at Life’s precipitous brink.
There was this sense of déjà vu ...
Has this ever happened to you ?
Writer's Island prompt /March 21st, 2008 : Déjà vu