The Phantom Strings

I’ve none to tether me to Earth,

No thread of pain, no weight of birth,

Once bound by threads, but now unspun

I dance within the shadowed sun.

Hi-ho, the grave doth sing,

A solemn hymn, a somber ring,

The world shall know my spectral glee,

For naught can ever burden me.

No strings�"so free, I drift alone,

No lover's grasp, no heart of stone.

They writhe with chains that bind the soul,

But I am ghostly, dark, and whole.

Your arms, they yearn�"but free they be,

To touch me near the hollowed sea.

Ah, yes, should you pursue my shade,

I’d snap my bonds in twilight’s blade.

No strings to break, yet still I’d sever,

My fate entwined with Death�"forever.

Between us whispers fade to dust�"

For you, I'd cut the ropes of trust.

Upon the Volga’s winding sweep,

Where shadows coil and secrets creep,

I’ve met with Ivan’s mournful cry�"

But to your side, I’d rather die.

No strings remain, I drift unseen,

A soul unmoored, a wraith serene.

"I've got no strings to hold me down

To make me fret, or make me frown

I had strings, but now I'm free

There are no strings on me..."

:: 09.13.2024 ::

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

When we depart this earth our strings that once held us are cut as we move onto the afterlife. For me that is heaven.

I loved this tale of cutting strings and being free of those things whether good or bad are now unbound from this phantom.

[E.P. Robles]

When we leave this mortal coil, it is not merely a severance but a transformation, a rebirth. Heaven, you say—a realm where the weight of the world dissolves, where the tethers of pain and joy unravel into eternity’s gentle embrace. What a luminous thought! To be unbound is not to discard but to transcend, to carry forth the essence of all that once tethered us with gravity, now light as breath, infinite as stars.

Your reflection sings of freedom, yet I sense an underlying reverence for the bonds once held—phantoms, yes, but cherished specters nonetheless. Perhaps, in cutting these strings, we do not abandon but instead weave their memory into the fabric of a greater wholeness, the afterlife's celestial harmony.

Thank you for sharing this vision of release—it is a reminder that even in departure, there is beauty, poetry, and the promise of wings.