Eloquence From the Grave
It was as if a friend I never knew
came in to speak of some old honor
left behind while in the rush to war...
as if there were a bond
between the tides of men
expressed upon an ancient scroll,
and pressed into the mind.
I do not know how it occurred
but found that words may have their birth
as heartsong from the other side
where seasoned consciousness
emerges not from men,
but from those fallen souls
incarnate in the spirit void.
These are the words of passion that we cling to,
that even in their error,
echo in the hollow corridors
where heroes strolled,
intoned by eyes alone,
and as I sat before my desk,
dropping tears upon the book I read...
confronting old vitality,
I found that I could pull away,
then underneath a stone engraving
now refreshed by immortality,
I found myself caught up, perceived
a timeless, personal rapport
I may yet presume to understand...
for there arose in consciousness
a strange new epithet,
that life begins at death.
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2012
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