Sometimes late at night

When thunder and rain sing outside

Like a chorus of gods

I think of death

And the world after it

What is it like?

Is it quiet and strange?

Like diving too deep into a lake

Does it hurt?

Like a slightly too hot shower

I like to believe, in my way of believing

That it is beautiful

A world where the evil and unkind are swallowed 

Into dark depths of cold

And the kind walk

Over fields of fresh snow

And pure white skies

Where it is impossible to tell up from down

Because every direction sparkles like jewels

And wind whispers through your hair

Like the touch of an old friend 

And you are never cold

And never in pain

For the one you loved mosts hand is in yours

And you walk that snow covered field forever

Eternally at peace