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Amongst the Blossoms
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Death My mother told me of this day
When I would stumble upon a special place
Where the earth floats above the rays of light.
Here where the wind whispers the softly spoken words of past wisdom
And the music of the birds drifts behind the lids of sleep.
How good to think I found this haven
Where all my senses guided me to a lifelong belief.
When the lone bird, huddled in the newly
budding blossoms of spring
Captured my gaze and held it where upon
the image of myself remains
Trapped in the deep glass,
a reflection of a composed reality.
It was through this dark abyss I came across the greatest clarity
And the violent anguish that beat stronger than my heart
Traveled with the bird in flight and
dissipated in the velvet realms of those deeps.
I knew then where all things were, possibilities
vaster than the infinite patterns of the stars.
In that moment, when the waves ceased their commotion
and the fragments of a recked world reformed,
I knew my destiny.
What it was my mother told me of when she
descended through the storm foreboding skies
to whisper in my ear sweet words of comfort
and I turned away my soul, in fear of the dead.
My mother told me of this day
When I would stumble upon a special place
Where the earth floats above the rays of light.
Here where the wind whispers the softly spoken words of past wisdom
And the music of the birds drifts behind the lids of sleep.
I know now my destiny
And the death I must die.
