Everything in life is more in death

 

 

A veil of limp black cloth tears in revealment,

 

hateful surroundings drown themselves,

 

infiltrating my eyes until nothing.

 

A pathway emerges, not a path

A film of clouded streams, dancing

static in a horizon.

I can see, I see

I see a rosy air blotched in tangerine mango cocktail,

Emerald fuzzyness, lime hills

unearthly world

 

I hear pretty birds whistling a childhood tune

echoing lightly.

Windchimes clutter and nestle in a harmonious song,

I am weightless.

I sense a musky twinge

Pinewood, damp springs

cinnamon sticks

Like a summer evening, cooling

tamps the skin with wafts of humid dirt

and a past-time of memories.

 

I am here, here is where I am

Where i was always meant to be.

 

Death is life just waiting to happen

Reviews

[ICantSayIDo]

I love your last line. I just ties the whole poem together.