Death

Here's a mysterious topic. One that gets not enough discussion for being as important as it is. I believe this one speaks for itself:

A skull,
A rose, faded to black,
A raven, a coffin,
The feeling you get when someone touches you but
Means nothing by the gesture.

The end of something put to good use,
Something that paved the way for new life.
In a sense,
The beginning of a new end.

Can death be measured in the number of headstones
Found in the world's largest cemetary?
Or is it
Measured
In the number of children born everyday.
Or is it

The obituaries in the middle of the newspaper,
Hidden where passersby will not see
The large grinning reaper standing next to weddings and births:
New beginnings,
Cannot capture death
In its entirety.
Cannot describe the completeness
In ending and continuity.
Nothing
But death itself
Really can

Let me describe to you what I see in Death
And you will see
The future,
The past,
The present,
All mixed into one.

Eternal completeness, the fulfillment of all that ever was.
Hope for what will come.
A constant,
A guarantee,
In a world where nothing is constant or guaranteed -
Except
Unahppiness
Tears.

All this -
For this:
Death.

The end - a beginning.
It is all
Yet to come.