How bright the call
~
Golden pennies flutter in the breeze
until the wind steals them away
How silent is their fall
as the kiss of death gives freedom
(of a kind)
Some cling on relishing those burning kisses
enjoying the pain, perhaps, between life and death
Those who fall are banked up in the shadows
spent, worthless wet dust
(and yet they give life its meaning)
Soon the stark reality of time upon the path will feast
as the caterpillar feasts, filling its belly with a promise of eternity
The unlit candles wait for the fall of darkness
as church bells once more peal for the light
(searching)
The distance between life and death
is measured in waves of destruction and echoes of love
How the force of beating hearts gives fire to the leaves
as the crushing surf of dark apprehension erodes the roots
(in vain, for love’s seed is strong)
~
How silent the fall
how dark the dance
how bright the call
of life’s romance
