through deaths creation

[lucidnightmares]

closing eyes are growing weak
beating heart is growing still
voices in head begin to speak
a desire about to be fulfilled

memories come and memories go
the past is a present, preciously so

through the haze and past the fog
see the plains of happiness vast
admire the beauty hidden in smog
for this is a knowledge unsurpassed

eyes strain to open, focus to close
this is not the life he chose

for his life was good, his life was long
he seen many days, witnessed countless moons
his breathe was a melody, played in song
but the sunset always came a little too soon

this bed is cold, these people strange
his family distant, his life has changed

and as he aged, he knew his fate
through the years his body grew tired
and the man in white had to sedate
for his will to live has expired

and as he closes his eyes again
he smiles and fades into his domain

so many faces, all tiny and bright
have come into his world, and into his heart
he loved them all, for they brought delight
but now is his time to depart

and he`ll always be with his grandkids, eleven
for every man creates his own heaven...

[NikolaiI]

I like it :thumbs_up :thumbs_up thanks for sharing.

[lucidnightmares]

wow thank you very much

[sparr0w]

Wow, I could make so many things out of this.
at first, and in particular, your first verse...

"closing eyes are growing weak
beating heart is growing still
voices in head begin to speak
a desire about to be fulfilled"

To be honest, and I don't talk much about sex, but I would be lying if I said this diddn't remind me of losing my virginity, and, of course, the awkwardness. the "Is this really happening"ness (heh, I made up a word).
But, then, it goes on.

"through the haze and past the fog
see the plains of happiness vast
admire the beauty hidden in smog
for this is a knowledge unsurpassed"

...we learn more from what we experience than what we "know"...

"for his life was good, his life was long
he seen many days, witnessed countless moons
his breathe was a melody, played in song
but the sunset always came a little too soon"

...as with all of us, "he" regrets nothing, aside from, perchance, the oppertunity to experience more...

"and as he aged, he knew his fate
through the years his body grew tired
and the man in white had to sedate
for his will to live has expired"

...This relates what I think (and I may be wrong) we have EACH been writing quite a bit about, which is the momment each person comes to, sometimes young, sometimes not so much so, when you realise that, to put it blatantly, the world will chew you up, more or less...

"so many faces, all tiny and bright
have come into his world, and into his heart
he loved them all, for they brought delight
but now is his time to depart"

...A wonderful way to conclude. This entire prose encapsulates life in general, for most of us. things come at different times in different orders, but in the end, most will have no real regrets, just living in the joy of looking back...

All in all, I love this one. Probably, to be honest, my favorite of yours. If you don't mind, I may quote this at some point. that cool?

[kiz_paws]

lucid, the quality of this poem is outstanding. The format was brilliant for the subject matter, at least that was my thought, anyhow. And the ending was a cheery note despite the sadness of a death. Yes, this poem was well done, and I enjoyed it very much. :thumbs_up

[lucidnightmares]

thank you both very much:D
ya i based the entire poem on that last line
i just finished The Book Of Lost Things and couldn`t get the line out of my head.

and of course i would be honored if you were to quote anything of mine:thumbs_up