Say we can meet
in the astral place,
then I can travel
deaths dark corridoor
with some dignity
and grace.
If your bright light shines
fore or aft,
I'll know I'm safe in spirit
and night will pass
into beams of brightness.
And yours will be
the might I see
when I wander eternity.
Then if your own
sweet chariot should pass me
with its wheels of flame,
I shall be warmed,
and then I'll live again.
I'll know I'm safe in spirit and night will pass into beams of brightness. The chariot, and the wheels of flame that warms. tender expressions. envisioning the death and resurrection. thank you. liked it very much and voted it 10.
When I clicked on this poem I was very curious about the role DARK FIRE would take. And I was surprised and heartened by the subtle arrival of the chariot with the understated presence of divine power and/or love.Earlier this summer I read again D. H. Lawrence's SHIP OF DEATH, which he wrote to prepare for his own death. Very existential. Your poem joins a noble company.
Sally this is a very beautiful and tender expression. Reading it makes me feel warm. I wanted to say, it makes me want to hug you. There... I've said it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and charming.
Thankyou, Julia. I always appreciate your comments.