Life and Thoughts of The One Ocean

Dissolver of sugar, dissolve me, if this is the time.
Do it gently with a touch of the hand, or a look.
Every morning I wait at dawn.
That's when it's happened before.
Or do it suddenly like an execution.
How else can I get ready for death?
You breathe without a body like a spark.
You grieve, and I begin to feel lighter.
You keep me away with your arm, but the keeping away is pulling me in.
Pale sunlight, pale the wall.
Love moves away.
The light changes.
I need more grace than I thought.
~Rumi