Tuesday 11 March 2014

Lights of death

To day I see around me
the lights of death,
the flame of tomorrow.
my task is done,
soon my flame will end.
my soul is full of whispered song
my blindness is my sight
the shadows that
I feared so long
are all alive with light.
I am the soil from
which you have sprung,
and both your blossoms
and your fruit will return to me,
creating more rich soil.
Thus life begets life,
and can't know death ever.
Am I really that easy to let go of.

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