What is dying? – Anoniem

I am standing on the seashore.
A ship sails and spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
'til at last, she fades on the horizon.

And someone at my side says, "She is gone."

Gone where?

Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars
as she was when I saw her
And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.

The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not her;
and just at the moment when someone at my side says,
"She is gone,"
There are others who are watching her coming
and other voices take up a glad shout
"There she comes!"

And that is DYING.