Death Is No Candle Blown

Not a candle blown, Death is a lamp doused at dawn. Soul, with light its own That stays lit forever on, Keeps lit the life ever on. Flesh being death prone, The body meets fate its own, When Death comes to knock, It’s not like a candle blown— Clicks no more the body clock. To life a new fate Death comes to rejuvenate, New candle, new date, Newly wound clock once again, Let a new journey begin On a new harness Body wearing brand new dress, Ready to begin The search of its origin That few know how far has been. Ne’er a candle blown, Death is a lamp doused at dawn Again and again And ever again until The crest’s reached atop the hill! ______________________________ Tanka | 10.05.2918, revised April 2023|