In my dream I ask for a lethal injection.
Foetal on a hospital bed, I wait for it to take effect.
Nothing more to say, nothing more to do.
All worries, now redundant, pack their bags and leave.
Stuart is here, and Tash and Chris and Jane.
Not grieving, just bearing witness to my peaceful departure.
I feel nothing and it is wonderful.
When I wake
The gentle feeling
I walk along the beach
Empty space within.
Empty space without.
A translucent outline
Moving between sand and sea.
The lightness (in all senses of the word) beguiles me
And death's icy fingers lose their grip
In the heat of this new day.