Friday, December 19, 2014

We Wait For The Kiss

When the angel is here
Brings her lips close to ours
We do not linger in the moment
Although our memory might echo
In our life's many hours
Of torment
And joys
Of the victories and pain
Of the laughter bringing tears
The sorrows that remain
We do not linger
We recognize her calling
Her lips approach our own
And we know
Time has come
And the echoes of time
Give way
To the echoes
Of life
And having children
Growing older
And being old
Kiss our lips
Take us home
Where we will wait
For our kin
In the majesty
Of the eternal
That awaits

Some mistake our bones
Dry and dusty for our being
Even once we have fled
But the bones and the marrow
The veins once wide
Now collapsed and narrow
That once made our form
Is no longer us
In any sort of way
But dust
Returned to the earth
To be dust
Or grass
Or hay

The memories fade
The tears will dry
The days have been
The years are passed
And everything dies
So our flesh returns to the earth
To start a new cycle of life
And our spirit which has always been
Will linger in eternity
With the eternal
As it should be