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Sleep - Hiding From The Touch Of Death
A slight chill disturbs the warm air
A change is coming but it treats life so unfair
What a scene, my eyes stop to stare
On a mountain my eyes behold a living flare
Though he's dying he doesn't care
for he knows one day he'll become his own heir
Now I sit in my rocking chair
Watching Life and Death consummate their love affair
He's given a chance to prepare
Then again it seems more like war that they declare
As Fates hand strips his body bare
Over and over death is met without a prayer
Out beyond the snow and the glare
In the field I see a skeleton over there
A change is coming but it treats life so unfair
What a scene, my eyes stop to stare
On a mountain my eyes behold a living flare
Though he's dying he doesn't care
for he knows one day he'll become his own heir
Now I sit in my rocking chair
Watching Life and Death consummate their love affair
He's given a chance to prepare
Then again it seems more like war that they declare
As Fates hand strips his body bare
Over and over death is met without a prayer
Out beyond the snow and the glare
In the field I see a skeleton over there
Published 27th Aug 2011
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19th Feb 2012 9:13am
one of your weirder ones JJ, not sure what to think. It did make me laugh though, in it's lightness of a darker subject.
Thanks for commenting Indie. I wrote this under very strange cirumstances, so its weirdness is not unexpected. I wrote it for my seven year obsession, Lisa. She was in college and I had been on a road trip to see Pink Floyd play at the Meadowlands in New Jersey. A series of unfortunate events caused us to miss the concert, but being in Jersey with nothing to do, I called Lisa. She came out to meet us and we spent the night in NY City going to coffee shops and diners and all night stores in the Village. She told me she had to write a poem about nature but couldn't come up with anything. I was inspired on the way home 10/11/1987,and while my friend was driving us up the NY State Thruway back home, I wrote this for her to turn in for class. I got an A, lol, well, she got an A, but that was more than I got out of college, and there's nothing like wanting to help out the one you love. It's just about life and death in nature, the rebirth in spring after the cold winter has covered up what the Autum stripped away. I visualized it from the perspective of an old man sitting on a rocking chair, watching the seasons change. jj
27th Jun 2012 4:39am
"Now I sit in my rocking chair
Watching Life and Death consummate their love affair"
I like the perspective you used in this alot.
Watching Life and Death consummate their love affair"
I like the perspective you used in this alot.
27th Jun 2012 4:55am
Thank you Jessica, I am happy that you like it! This is another oldie of mine, not sure why I didn't post the date written, but it was 10/11/1987. jj
