Water, The cycle of life.
People scatter ashes
to visit now and then
but I have found another way
to always remember them
I look up to the clouds
all colours do I see
that we all used to be.
Water cannot ever be destroyed
it’s always been around
from the steam from a cremation
or buried under ground
they say that half our body
is made of water pure
but water it must leave us
no use to us anymore.
But the world will keep on turning
as it has for eternity
and water is into everything
from ice to a huge oak tree
it’s even in refreshments
that we all have to drink
even in the washing up
that ends up down the sink.
It will start another cycle
from the sea up to the clouds
end up in another creature
forever going around
but no one escapes the cycle
it’s in every kind of people
the good the bad the ugly
even the dam right evil.
So next time when you shed a tear
don’t be quick to brush away
it could be a long lost loved one
saying, hello I’m always here
and when we leave this paradise
and thrown into the mix
rising from your ashes
will be water your phoenix.
They come up to you, clapping, cheering, waltzing their ways
Into room full of bright light, dinner, wine and coquetry.
Life, as you see, it is for the living
Breathing common, humdrum with the cheer
Of a frog leaping, while they see death is for the dead.
The symphony of all their voices, their breath against each other
And lousy fun reverberate in the evening air
Like the music of love, while death
Through the swaying trees, is heard weeping on the breeze.
From a stealthy, safe corner, I open up the door
And pick up its note unsaid.
Death, the identical twin of this roaring, bustling life.
The evening room is squirming with exhaust fumes and laughter
No one knows where this note came from.
My sensation of travel as I sing the note
Is all controlled and guided.
I can see the river blue eyes of your graveyard
Smell the flesh burning
As its embers flash back in time.
I can see the light, bright white and pure
Exit from the total darkness and surrender,
Entering the green pastures of eternity.
I falter in this room full of the living,
My muffled voice resists reaching out,
Tethers and stops amidst the mad cacophony.
Halfway out the door I found this poem
Ignite us as one.