How I figure it when I die -
light to light
I stand naked before the Never Born:
a wintered shade of time blighted woods;
no skin, muscles, fascias or bones;
no Words, only -
pure transparent shine
crystal clear.
It is my decision when I go
to drown in my light His mighty scaffold
with the power of continuing mind
relieved of life’s shadows.
We fight an unequal duel
light to light
His greater, mine apart.
He wins -
something dwindles down and is gone -
but then He clasps the last beat of my heart in His,
in His to me still mysterious essence, off the cliff.
I know this is real. And what is behind
was a dream of hardship, sorrow and rare joys.
Yet I think I miss life’s cloudy wandering
never enough explored.
And I am ready to resume the dream
as soon as Words, bones and my eyes
agree to ascend it with me.
please read again - revised -
In the light of your precious remarks and with the help of the wise:smile5:, I re-thought my poem and made some changes; would you have a look and tell me if it reads better this way? (Morpheus, I worked on the conflicting imagery...) (I was not able to change the rather clumsy title of this thread) - thanks in advance...
light to light
I stand naked before Usurper God:
I, wintry shade of time blighted woods
stripped of skin, fascias, bones,
of Words; now only
crystal transparent shine.
I want to drown, in my own light,
His dreadful hideous scaffold,
to crush it with my intact mind,
lightened of life’s shadows.
We fight an unequal duel -
light to light.
His greater, mine apart.
He wins -
(for something
dwindles down
and is gone)
- then catches the last beat of my heart, for His.
I know this is real. And what is behind
was a dream of hardship, sorrow and rare joys.
But I long for life’s cloudy wanderings,
for wind howling in the trees,
I miss woods at twilight
and wish, oh!, to resume the dream,
as soon as Words, bones and my eyes
agree to ascend it with me.