Saturday, October 31, 2015

Swallowed by the Hallowed Eve

I could die tonight
I might
Who really knows
Except the gate keepers
Of heaven
And of hell
Go weigh my heart
Go judge my soul
I don't have anything
Of value 
No attachments
No hope for endless pleasure
No leisurely king's mansions
No golden streets
For me
No treasures
I have no fears
No cancers
No questions
No answers
No forest fires
No fiery desert sands
No abject drought
No monsoon or jungle rain
Nothing that others desire
Not worrying
Not even about the end
The burning pyre 
Consuming my flesh
Nothing left
But two wings
Lifting higher
And reunion
Let the end