death
Moonless, starless, dark as night
her grisly, slippery, hands outstretched
walking side by side, every step of the way
the silent shadow forever across the line
stronger than god, more potent than life.
The sole truth, the only consequence of
being alive
in a second, to separate me from myself
every single hope, thought, love,
this part pleasant, part tragic existence
to fall away completely, in less than a sigh.
I recollect myself,
hear the irritating sounds of noise
the discomfort, the pains, the inconveniences of life
ahoy, I celebrate with joy in my heart,
I am still alive to make love to life.
::rama arya::
27 June 2003
(written on the death of a friend who was taken suddenly to the
hospital, out of the blue, and died overnight leaving behind a 5 year old
daughter)
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