Dark Muse
03-03-2013, 11:49 PM
Death on Gentle Wings
May death come
upon gentle wings
with a kiss like a lover's caress,
in the silence of winter's hush,
yet somewhere
far away
a bird sings
where the sun has touched the ground,
in the budding of spring,
horizons away,
death may come on dragonfly wings,
the last breath of a fading season,
do you recall the shock of pomegranate seeds
where they fell upon dawns first powder of snow?
In this death was near to the heart,
mayn't death love?
Perhaps greater than the rest of us,
we who turn love into so much frivolity,
but death is the last to hold the bird
with the broken wing
while its small heart beats
rapidly in vain,
this is purity
and it is we who profane life.
May death come
upon gentle wings
with a kiss like a lover's caress,
in the silence of winter's hush,
yet somewhere
far away
a bird sings
where the sun has touched the ground,
in the budding of spring,
horizons away,
death may come on dragonfly wings,
the last breath of a fading season,
do you recall the shock of pomegranate seeds
where they fell upon dawns first powder of snow?
In this death was near to the heart,
mayn't death love?
Perhaps greater than the rest of us,
we who turn love into so much frivolity,
but death is the last to hold the bird
with the broken wing
while its small heart beats
rapidly in vain,
this is purity
and it is we who profane life.