Life After Death
Life after Death
Because I pondered—Life beyond—
The Curtain’s timid seam—
I kept my faith—like folded light—
Within a quiet Room—
Death was not King—but Courtesy—
Who paused—before my Door—
And asked me—if I wished to cross—
Or stay—Forevermore—
I answered—Hope—had tutored me—
In Lessons—not yet Learned —
That Breath may close—yet Meaning—keeps
Its Congress—with the Dead—
Was I content—to be denied—
The Charter—Unpossessed—
I have no Vote—yet wear a Mind—
And that—is richly Dressed—
The World—allows me little Space—
To Sign—my name in Law—
But gave me Skies—no Fence could Keep —
My Thoughts —a Voice inside —
I lived—where Silence—was not Shame—
But Shelter—firm and kind—
A simple man—circled by Restraint—
Yet Sovereign—of the Mind—
If Happiness—must wear a Crown—
Then mine—is made of Air—
Invisible—to those who rule—
But real—as any Prayer—
So Life—after Death—I trusted—thus—
Not Golden—nor Severe—
But Freedom—finally Spoken aloud—
Where our Rights—are rendered—Clear—
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