when i dream or even when i ponder
about life and its short-lived path, it is
no longer fear that binds me but am
filled with delight that my spirit will live
in perpetuity, if by chance, the notion of
the omnipresent and omniscient is true and
the breath of my soul will reside in eternity
so this delight i feed with the morning’s sun
and the twinkle of dew sprinkled on petals
and verdant grass while breezes blow leaves
on trees and as fauna awake to make hay in the
day, the rivers and oceans run riveted waves as
mountain tops tickle the clouds that dangle
from a powder blue sky
this shall sate my spirit, my being for who knows
maybe in our transcendent new realm we may
be given the freedom to create our own new
existence and thus i shall have in the pouch of
my soul all that i’ve consumed while in this world,
having dressed and created all that is me, my
immortality.
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