The Thoughts of Lord Morpheus
.about death.

I find myself wondering about Humanity.
Their attitude to my sister's gift is so strange.
Why do they fear the sunless lands?
It is as natural to die as it is to be born.
But they fear her;
Dread her;
Feebly attempt to placate her.

They do not love her.

Many thousands of years ago I heard a song in a dream,
a mortal song that celebrated her gift.
I still remember it.

'Death is before me today:
Like the recovery of a sick man,
Like going forth into a garden after sickness.'

'Death is before me today:
Like the odor of myrrh,
Like sitting under a sail in a good wind.'

'Death is before me today:
Like the course of a stream,
Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house.'

'Death is before me today:
Like the home that a man longs to see,
After years spent as a captive.'

That forgotten port understood her gifts.



Neil Gaiman
The Sound Of Her Wings, #8 Sandman

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