Life After Death (L'œuvre de Nature III)

...just the third poem in the collection

The next world awaits us,

Whether we shall die or live,

We all die don't we,

Some peaceful,

some brutal.

O the place that we await,

Remote be thy land,

It shall be far,

Far from the world in which we dwell.

Follow the tracks,

that lead to this land.

Full and content we shall be,

when we shall come upon thy land.

Green, grassy mounds,

Fowls with a melody that has never been heard,

A lake that shall never dry.

 

Can it only be a dream.

A dream that deceives me.

An everlong dream.

One that can't be woken up from.

Is it death,

Or a feeling of ecstasy.

Shall the gravestones of those who come before us

slowly wrot in vain.

Have they yet reached this land.

Should dusk reach down upon thy land.

Shall the water of the rivers

cease to flow south.

Shall darkness rule thy land.

Shall vegetation die off.

 

Everything has to end.

Shall fate judge mine.

Reviews

[TBird J.]

The sudden turn from a land of bliss to a land of death and decay is quite frightening. Your word imagery inspired mental pictures!

[Tate Morgan]

We all wonder on this eternal unknown And if you didnt I wouldnt think you human
An excellent introspective look