It has been said many a time;
that death is a robber in the night,
a fool with no name,
a misnomer to fire a pessimist's soul -
but in all reality is there any definite answer?
Sitting quietly in the church
it seemed that I had all the time in the world -
to contemplate the hidden meanings
of the big sleep that we all shall make.
I never thought death would touch me
but with deft cunning a hand had reached out
and grazed my shoulder “’Tis your time...”
then as swiftly it moved on, to call another.
What had been left behind was a shock -
one of my best friends had passed away!
Friends and friendships are hard won things,
you can’t go out and buy a sincere one,
and when you look into the mirror's soul
we are what we are, and what we surround ourselves with.
Thus family and friends become part of us -
remote in their individuality
but nevertheless a component of ourselves.
The church was empty at this time of the day,
polished wood appearing stark in the half light,
and at this time there were no other souls here besides me.
I was holding a solitrary vigil -
and though the coffin's lid was partly open
I dared not look - least my grip on the situation weaken.
There was really no need to look
for I could recall easily the impish grin
and those sparkling eyes of indominal fire,
I could still hear the words of compulsion
that confused and made sense.
Yes it had been a good life
sprinkled with flying moments where every breath
had been used seemingly to the full.
As the sun rose - light gathered,
slowly to meander across the room
and as it passed the coffin
I could imagine it caress the well know curves -
stroking them as if in some sorrowful farewell.
It was now mid morning and the ceremony
was but a short time away,
family and friends preparing to bid adieu
to this body which had contained the essence
that had bound them together.
Cars gathered in the park,
and soon mourners marched passed the open box -
some smiling with memory,
others only able to find a tear to sum their feelings.
The ceremony was brief but meaningful
for the deceased had requested it to be this way,
and at the graveside the priest read the final words...
“There is death in life -
and eternal life in death’s domain!”
I smiled at the words and faded away,
for the friend you see - was me!
EYES
The sun on high was bright
the ground below - dry,
and you my Love caught my eye,
with your sensuous grace
and eyes of smouldering fire...
YOU AND ME
Salt and sea
together mixed with evolution
water and tea
together mixed with perfection
pod and pea
together mixed with connection
family and tree
together mixed with direction
ontology and reality
together mixed with decisision
cloth and accoutre
together mixed with fashion
lock and key
together mixed with imprision
love and thee
together mixed with compassion
me and she
together mixed with emotion
you and me
together mixed with affection
life and we
together mixed with oblivion...
DIAMETRIC
When the land falls to the sea
and money itself becomes free,
then at this time we shall know
that the wind will inhale - not blow.
Flowers will take flight to sing
while the birds take root to bring
a show of brightly coloured feathers -
indicating the arrival of inclement weather.
When the sun is the moon
and December becomes June,
then at this time we shall know
that the hours will not grow.
Heat waves will freeze the ice
houses will say to the people - “How nice!”
and the pin's head will become all
in a world that is about to fall.
The West shall be the East
while beauty is the beast,
time will be our follower -
as we shrink ever younger,
yet amongst all this turning
inspirations fire will keep burning,
till the dark lights of dawn find
another epochs dominion to unwind.
When it does - our time will be amended,
Priests will thank God for having defended
ourselves from ourselves - yet again,
till next we see the suns upward rain.
At this juncture you will hear my quiet shout
as I am turned back from inside-out!
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