R.I.P.

R.I.P.

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

R.I.P.
by Michael R. Burch

 
When I am lain to rest
and my soul is no longer intact,
but dissolving, like a sunset
diminishing to the west, …

 
and when at last
before His throne my past
is put to test
and the demons and the Beast
 

await to feast
on any morsel downward cast,
while the vapors of impermanence
cling, smelling of damask ...
 

then let me go, and do not weep
if I am left to sleep,
to sleep and never dream, or dream, perhaps,
only a little longer and more deep.

Published by Romantics Quarterly and The Chained Muse. This is an early poem from my “Romantic Period” that was written in my late teens. Keywords/Tags: death, grave, funeral, eternal rest, sunset, west, demons, beast, judgment, sleep, dream, nightfall, night, throne, vapor, vapors, impermanence 

© 2020 Michael R. Burch


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Added on April 13, 2020
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Tags: death, grave, funeral, eternal rest, sunset, west, demons, beast, judgment, sleep, dream, nightfall, night, throne, vapor, vapors, impermanence