Death is No More

“Death is No More”

There is a stranger with familiar eyes…
He has journeyed long through my past,
Returning by tomorrow through the stars.
I was mourning the gaze that grew desolate
With the lost beauty that so delicately traced
The heavens recovering their borders
Where the sun kisses the thoughts of the dead.

As we rise with the leaves at the dawning
O’er seas that stand between our sunrises—
Dreaming while I wake in the depths
Of a night so far from your moonlight
Through isles from whence there is no return,
Save upon such wings as soar the horizons
That stand upon deserts of loss upon the distance,
One in flight, the other sleeping before your dawn
Can cross the silence now.

I mourn what might never be—
The sighs of an oath upon my grace.
What sins can I cleanse from my soul?
You viewed the love that sent me away,
And you have come to speak to my heart,
Darkened by the deeds of what lay hidden
In my sight to make your beauty so distant now.
The light that you build is a smile on my face
But the distance is so desolate hence.
What seas may turn to glass that I may cross?
You and I are souls intertwined by the roses
And the sign of your peace in my hands
Is a kiss that tells of a life meant to be lived
Until we grow old and lie side-by-side
Below where we immortal be
When Death is no more.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle