A Dream of Moving through the Veil of Death

It's nothing extraordinary
And nothing beyond loves corridor
To stretch out before the gauze covered
Window of the dying soul
As it is flooded with night as thickly dark as molasses
And to feel the stirring down to your weary bones
That is the removal of life's fragile anchoring.
It is a vision written for every living soul
And for every eye gently laid open




Poetry by inanna
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Written on 2009-08-20 at 16:31

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Ahhh... this is just exquisite. Thank You. :)
2009-08-20


shells
I wasn't sure idf I understood, but the message I got loud and clear was, that death is nothing to fear, loved it.
2009-08-20