To the living deadA Poem by Sami KhalilFollow the deeper meanings...To the living dead by Sami Khalil To the sun that comes up every day with a halo: I salute your due diligence. To the rose that buds, blooms in Spring: I admire your scripted rebirth. To the wave that travels the distances of brackish depths: I swim along your deep-blue offing. To the nocturnal owl, hooting with gibbous eyes, illuminated by the Moon: I pause to hear your niggling intonations. To the windchime, resonating in hollow minds, drifting in and out: I hover with your butterfly promises. To the book, one can or can’t comprehend, its balderdash, big picture; versions of ourselves: I grasp your promises to become real. To the cloud; cotton crowns hiding the sky in splendid, bursting forms: I fathom needs verses wants. To the fire, Burning the shards Of wall-blazed mirrors: Arrivederci …surfeited egos. To the cobblestone path, treaded by vision, not eye-sight; signposts of faith and doubt: I trek your winding roads. To the Phoenix, who rose from the ashes; the riffled-through
pages, with a gloaming cry: I commend your eclipse of the living dead. © 2022 Sami KhalilReviews
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