A Peaceful Flow of Thought

To hear the sounds that laughter sends Soaring beyond the earthly realms To taste the liquored lips of death And breathe my last shallow breath For one does not know of fear Until the wretched curse is near Young and old alike will feel the cold of endless night Or seek respite within the song Of lights triumph over fog I seek her out in distant lands The young maiden of the sands Whose mother’s touch doth bring the tides And father’s breath bring forth the light I found her laying upon a hill Overlooking the temples which man had built And I asked her if these places of god, Served the purpose of truth She then spoke to me with eyes still shut, And passed on knowledge beyond human thought That those who die in valiant wars, Receive no more than gold and ore But men whose lives are led by the belief, In the holiness of every spirit, And the adultery of deceit Will forever find a home beyond this plane And achieve everlasting love unaltered by pain