"Mortality"

When I am gasping for breath and lost,

I draw deep within my own soul and there

In the still calm cold quietly running waters

that is the wellspring of my soul, it seems--

when i cannot breathe for want of air

and fear closes in like a coffin or tiny 

windowless room, i close my eyes

and dwell in the the deep caverns pools 

of my cavernous heart.  Do all hearts bleed

Does my soul have a keeper is it the one i love

and is it god above and when i am no more

and to my tomb there is no hinged door

oh lord what will i have to answer for

and will is reach a destined shore

will what is left behind be treasured or

are we all so doomed, we mortals, thus to die?