Doors to eternity...

This is an attempt to pen down thoughts from the heart of an old lady, waiting for the doors to eternity to open and take her in her arms. Death, so definite yet so unsure... 
Freckles on my forhead, indicate a thought 
When I try to pen them down, am I at a loss of words? 
I want to put down some words 
Alas! Writing is creating a mirage. 
Is it the bout of medicine inside me 
Or is it the last hours of the this enigma 
My hair keeps falling now and then 
I visit the doctor now oh! so often 
The doors to eternity wait to be opened 
Someone behind them ready to move 
A few days, a few months, wonder whats remaining 
In this balance sheet of life 
I await with deathly silence 
To be welcomed unto His world 
This moment of indecisiveness 
Oh so tempting, Oh so scary! 
Will I write all my thoughts 
Before the final moment comes 
Ah! this medicine makes we weak 
Ah! this medicine kills my thought...

The elements

She goes down in distant skies, giving the sky a color of gold
The water beneath the sun glows in her glory
Reflecting the colours she so vibrantly displays
Water captures her every hue and feeling
Like a mirror oh! so perfect.
The water so serene, seems still like the earth
Yet its moving inside her, leaving ripples on her way
She cools the wind that blows on my face
Giving me a chill down my spine
The air blows so gently, taking away my heat with her
Still she never fails to make me cold.
The ball of fire burns, but I dont feel the heat,
The Earth is taking shelter and retiring for the day
The elements captured in my senses
Gives me the joy of an evening well spent.