¬-Mnemosyne-¬

A Realisation of a dreamer

Death.

 

I fear you not.

 

I stand strong

and unbreakable.

I dare to call you

by your name.

I wonder who gave it to you.

Was it a god?

Was it a poet?

Was it a fool

that feared you not?

 

They fear you,you know...

But i can't find a reason to.

You always were

like a faceless

friend to me.

Reminding me

i couldn't take my time.

You make it so much worth

to live at all.

 

I fear you not.

I died so many times,

times i thought i couldn't breathe,

times i really almost died,

times i could hear my heart cry 

and wonder:

how could she forget how to beat,

for anyone but me?

 

They all misunderstood you.

Races and races,

countless faces,

generations of men...

They were the ones

to dress you in black.

Out of the earth of their own seed

your dark steed sprang.

 

I know,

it is not who you really are.

And i love you

as much as i

love life.

I think

you and life

are one and the same.

Two sides of an ancient coin,

which i won't toss.

Don't worry.

 

I will not be mad

or sad

when you take me.

Simply,

my body

will give myself to you,

when it is ready.

 

Is that not dying?

Running out of energy?

Like stars run out of hydrogen.

I could make it

as romantic as possible,

so lyrical that pure nectar could

start dripping from my lips.

But in the end,

it is up to the scientists

to explain how.

 

My guess is that

the Heart in the end

just forgets

how to beat...

 

In the end,

it is not death or anyone

 that ''takes'' us.

 

But

It is up to us,

only

to explain why.

What we can only do

is decide what to do

with the available heartbeats given to us.

 

And oh,

i wasted so many ones!

It seems like mine is in a hurry.

It's beating fast and passionate

 more than it does

the way it should.

With every good dream,

every chord of love's harp,

every note in a piano's soul, 

every smile i draw

on someone's face,

here or far away,

it races.

As if it wants to jump out of my chest

and embrace happiness itself.

 

Now she doesn't have to.

I found her.

All along,

she was within it.

 

So death,

you wheel of movement

and melancholy,

 

i fear you not.

 

The only thing i fear,

when and if i really ever leave this life,

is myself.

Because by doing so,

i will always be leaving someone behind.

I will break other hearts along.

 

By dying,

we never die alone.

And it's all i care about...

It's all that bothers me at night...

Not me,

nor the absence of light...

 

Maybe that is why i am always on my own.

maybe that is why deep in me,

there is a 'me' none will ever know.

You cannot hurt, when you are alone.

Reviews

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

You sho us to embrace death, with nothing to fear. For it is only the beginning of a new journey. Beautiful poem.

[Art Sun]

nice work...to know life is to know death...we will all take that journey it is all a matter of time, so live life to the fullest

[Coyote Poetry]

In my Native American. Life and death was just one more journey for us to take. This poem remind me of the old Native American tales of death. I like the emotion and not fearing death. The story in the poem. Gave some history and some description of a place we must all follow. Death. A outstanding poem. I like the complete poem. The ending made the poem strong. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Antonio Valentino]

I like to think that even in the smallest way, I know this person you speak about. It is you, and it is also me. Thanks for making me feel, never alone.

How do you not love the writer of the words you adore?

I looove this.
Antonio