deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Way of Life
None of us
wants to die.
Even those who take
their own lives
really only want
what we all want -
to be loved.
But die we must,
each of us,
And every time
I can see it coming
for someone dear,
I yield to the inevitable
and try to shield
the pain,
shroud the fear
and surround their Souls
with Love.
Send them on their way
Peacefully, meaningfully
towards something else
or nothing...
No way of knowing which.
Only one thing
I can control -
as their heart beats its last,
mine beats close by.
At their final breath,
our lips touch
with a final goodbye.
Embryos sent to a new realm
knowingly wombed in love.
I can do no more.
wants to die.
Even those who take
their own lives
really only want
what we all want -
to be loved.
But die we must,
each of us,
And every time
I can see it coming
for someone dear,
I yield to the inevitable
and try to shield
the pain,
shroud the fear
and surround their Souls
with Love.
Send them on their way
Peacefully, meaningfully
towards something else
or nothing...
No way of knowing which.
Only one thing
I can control -
as their heart beats its last,
mine beats close by.
At their final breath,
our lips touch
with a final goodbye.
Embryos sent to a new realm
knowingly wombed in love.
I can do no more.
Published 22nd Apr 2015
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 3
reads 784
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
22nd Apr 2015 5:16am
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
And my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
"I remember you as you were"
by Pablo Neruda (In translation)
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
And my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
"I remember you as you were"
by Pablo Neruda (In translation)
22nd Apr 2015 2:50pm
23rd Apr 2015 3:25am
