Crying Skies

You lay there dying

Waiting to meet your maker,

Or is it your maker is waiting to meet you?

You face your crying friend and ask him to lean down

You ask him to keep on living for both you and him

When he says he will,

You smile and look up at the crying sky

That is when you put your hold your hand up,

Close your eyes, and simply disappear out of your crying friends arms

When you open your eyes and look around

You see clear blue skies, falling white feathers, and

Your friends

That is when you know you’re at heaven