No more pining for
tomorrows that dance,
always, just out of reach
at the corner of your mind.
No more sorrows for
the yesterdays that are
dead and gone,
faded into memory
You may sleep well,
knowing that the dead
still dance in paradise,
to the rhythm of the song
that holds your world in place.
I gave birth to the universe
with a heavy sigh, and tears
of joy to wash over you like
a sweet libation- these became
the rains that washed you clean
You may put aside your heavy
chains- leave them there,
there in the shadows.
My heavy fist, which once
bore destruction, is now
poised open above your
ailing brow- and so I shall
heal your soul with a
soft caress
Another whispered prayer
to lead you home...
You may rest easy upon
the words you have waited
all your life to hear:
I have come to
grant you
absolution
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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