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
Copyright © Leeban Osman | Year Posted 2014
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