Return From The Dead Poem by Alexander Thomas

Cast in the deep blue of ever longing tomorrows,
I walk on air up the stairway to heaven,
Through stirring clouds of clearing consciousness,
Penetrating the shrouded, shallow haze of a mystic darkness,
To a towering spectacle of exquisite, infinite contemplation,
Up its winding, shimmering gaze,
As if a waterfall of ice imbued by a starry aurora,
Yet I am not gone but bend back to return to you.

Through the lush growth of enchanted spring,
Enduring the summer of apathetic discontent,
Tiptoeing over the fallen leaves of frail beauty,
Gliding over the crystalline frosts of creeping time,
Running across the enduring embers of your heart,
To emerge from glimmers of memory,
Back to the enveloping light of your being,
To be together born again of a new dawn,
Joined as immortal souls waking from an Earthly amnesia.