Catacombs Poem by Daniel Reurink

Deep within, the catacombs
Feelings haunt right to the bone
And when, was I, I was, no more
Then was, silent, the air so still
Vibrant forces flowed, willed
And courses, almost knocked it to ground
But then it was apparent that the
Wall of my own, sound death accord
Came tumbling, crumbling, hauled
Away, sand sifting plays
Nowhere today, just searching found
Within the sound, it came to be
So beautifully, rare moment feelings
Bliss like serpents kiss, lucid tis
A dream insists, that what one does
Is in the home, of love, and light
But can, a death, be so far outright?
Coming attraction, not a highlight…
Blackness surrounds your own sight
No feelings, just bare, face to white
With black, absorbed, within the right
So sound, so serious, delirious, delight!
For nothing comes, and nothing homes
And in the country, fields it roams
Harvesting corn, waving dance forms
Like oceanic praise, daffodils warm
Lacking all this, but gained love wished
What can one say, I insist? Yet
Some things are beyond the abyss…
Territorial fightings, superior grist…
Deep wounds have now passed
And nothing, no knowing lasts
It has, come to be with my right
And now it sings with songs a'light
Flames dancing, purifying what once was
And now, it has, come to be twas
The felt rise of what can betwixt
The realm, the land, the sift
But currents drift, undertow
And now some songs seed sorrow tomorrow
But nope perchance, this realm opens now
And no longer, am restricted by how
Embrace the love, it shines like light
For tomorrow may be the last, allright?
Or doth thine will abate the fright?
Of black death walking alone, downright.