Analysis of When Death Washes Over Us

When death washes over us, a tide so serene,
No longer will burdens or worries convene.
The laughter, the tears, all memories blend,
A tapestry woven, that finds its end.

The body, a vessel, released from its hold,
Like leaves on the wind, a story untold.
But the essence, the spirit, a luminous spark,
Returns to the starlight, a radiant ark.

No longer confined, by this world's earthly ties,
Ascending to realms, where forever resides.
Not an end, but a shift, a celestial dance,
When death washes over, a glorious trance.