Circle of Life
I didn’t know that I had died,
only that you, were by my side.
Like many other times before,
what is it called, in days of yore?
I have a memory, tho now it’s dim,
that we lived before, some said in sin.
They took you from me, and how I cried,
for I wasn’t there that day you died.
The flames consumed your flesh
They said you stood there, proud
And I lay on a cold stone floor,
behind an iron bound,
I stayed there till I breathed my last,
when twenty more long years had past.
I took a painful breath and lay,
alone with no one who would pray,
to help my soul attain its wings
to go where some, said an angel sings.
I saw the light, it shimmered, wide,
then you were kneeling by my side.
You lifted me and calmed my fears,
and wiped away my spectral tears.
We journeyed to a place somewhere,
we sat and spoke without a care.
The mist came in, and then you vanished,
with our love, our dreams, those things
I feel your heartbeat, for you are near,
Oh thank you, thank you, no more fear.
We’ll carry onward from before,
leaving behind those days of yore.
Back together, yes forever
perhaps again you’ll be my lover.
So much pain, the end is near,
from darkness now to
I feel your warmth, and sweet embrace.
I see your loving, tender face.
You kiss me gently, then I rest
upon your full, firm rounded breast.
I stare into your tired eyes,
you say, Look, he seems so wise,
perhaps we’ve met somewhere before.
We have mother – on a stone cold floor.
Laurie Smith© 2013