Eternal Is Death's Life
Lost this day, breaths drop like a flatline
ripped from you pitilessly, mourning
is a temporal option: all attempts to capture
gentle moments, now done, gone--
yet, not everlasting evermore.
Such demise is but a pause, a furnace beaming;
and we will hold each other beyond earthly realms
that I will never ask where you are,
unafraid of the moon rising from its throne :
Although a willow droops around a grave
we are here: you, radiating light beyond vales,
I, flowing with a spirit from another haven.
Anthony Slausen's Life of Death Contest
4/4/2018
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