From The Other Bank
Those who have crossed over
without pain or murmur
are voices singing of the glorious land
their steps cover.
Of the sun’s even stare and stars winking at the time of day
coolness of wind, trees fruit laden, honey bees
leading them to their secret lairs.
Kiss of honey forever on lips
that never fade
The grass green always;
lush carpet, love’s immortal dew spread.
Easiness, harmony and soul’s delight
rise up like clouds of vapour from every breath.
No end to a season brimming with the bubbles of youth
Eyes always still
No regrets or hopes or dreams,
Filling up the cups of desire
No death anymore
Only life, everlasting life
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death