His end came just as unexpectedly as every moment of feeling truly alive. This end was also simple, unexceptional, and without fanfare. It was not, however, without fear. He was afraid. Every fear he had ever experienced was vibrant and vivid now. It was all that was tying him to the Earthly plane.
Then he saw her. Androgynous and beautiful. Sensual and intelligent. She seemed at once familiar and unknown. His fear was quelled only by her eyes. They were different colors, or at least that is how they appeared. He was sure he'd seen those eyes before. They calmed him because they were laughing and they were kind. He could see a beautiful, strange, handsome version of himself reflected in her eyes.
In a ghostly voice only she could hear, he said, "Who are you? Am I dead?"
She smiled and said, "Who? That is a difficult question now. Once it was easy. Well, not always easy. For a time I did change names and faces as easily as changing a shirt. But I guess I had a few memorable names. In this form? Well... call me Ziggy. And no, you're not dead. But you will be; when you're ready."
He said, "I.... I'm afraid."
She said, "Of course you are... take my hand love... "
Fears (Stay Here With Me)
There is no wind in the ocean
There is no fear in the sea
So take my hand love until this turns around
And stay here with me
There is no death in the ocean
There is no illness in the sea
So take my hand love until this turns around
And stay here with me
There is no sex in the ocean
We're making love here in the sea
So take my hand love until this turns around
And stay here with me