Be Still
Time for time to tell,
Speak of death profound;
Glimpse of mystic grounds,
Squeeze out life to dwell.
Space for space to host,
Taste how death makes known;
A full circle shown,
Now give up the ghost.
Feel for feel that heals,
Death frames old attire;
Watch old life retire,
Heal old will that spills.
Rhyme for rhyme be still,
Transcend this harsh toil;
Pleasure blooms grand soil,
Death brings fond goodwill.
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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