After Life
By bdgrey
Whispers so quiet spoken into the ear, by seraphs invisible as they pass on in peace. Tantalizing thoughts of the sweet ever after, with no loss of life, but gaining of time without end. No tears shall be shed, no longer in vain, with a tranquil lack of dismembered remourse. Into the lime of the faint hearted light, where all is a dream that passes on slowly. No pliant hurry where there is always an end, as a surplus of time yields no end in sight. Ungainly strewn in seasonal Christmas, is tinsel so polished it brightens the sky. Enter a room where Angels dance seamlessly, and another in which lost souls are found. A love once lost is again felt, as a well to do romance strikes up again. This awaits after spirits renounce limbo, yet not until a full life is lived. An angel of guidance, guards over souls, until it becomes the only thing left. What's done under the hands of the mortal, lives on in legend or dies with their departure. As does mortal love, yet it ceases to die, even in great in absence through great lengths of time. Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 03:58 PM PST 0 • 12
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