At The End of My Life

At the end of my life,
I want to say
I went out flying,
with tears of joy running down my face.
Wings tired and worn,
My heartbeat slow
from all the living.
I want no regrets,
No truth left unsaid,
No friend or lover questioning my love,
No desires left to pursue,
No act of service I wish I completed.

I want to remember life
as the gift that it is.
Fleeting and precious,
generous and phenomenal.
I want dying to be
worth something.
Worth everything.
If I keep living this way,
I’ll be more than honored
to take my last breath.