If Death Were To Visit Again

Glistening flecks of crimson warmth, waver in dusk’s soft glow;
Whispers of sanctuary ‘neath the gracious oak, its leaves like tears softly fall.
A haunting opus, the air trembles dim, evening’s cloak reminds me once more;
The haven I cling to beyond distant hill, hails laughter at death’s final call.

Soft in the coldness, yet shadows do cast, the clouds hide the scars in fragile smiles;
Grandfather’s smile like the sun gone astray, oh to hold his strong hand once again.
Shimmers of hazel, brown, and pale blue, in each tiny eye I once saw;
Hope for the future, unquestioning love, never knowing the ache kept within.

Seeking the past to make sense of tomorrow, sweet lies in the promise of love;
Unable to reconcile anger unknown, relationships cast by the way.
A lost mother found all too soon death’s kiss calls, and my soul cringes further behind;
The façade I’ve created to bury my tears, ‘til a mask hides the part that I play.

From the steel of a gun and a razor’s quick edge, from a stitch here and there I’ve long healed;
But the words and the loneliness, strike to the soul, leaving deep wounds left unseen.
Broken bones mend and walls become strong, impenetrable indigence prevails;
Protecting the vulnerable indiscernible child, who hides in a silent scream.

Beyond the drink and the powders that numb, beyond the pills and the pain;
An infantile being flutters to life; love is exhumed as hope grows.
Though children are lost and loves gone before, destiny looms on morning’s first star;
Thus an Autobahn life rounds the corner to greet, a daisy in place of the rose.

One day at a time, the past soon gives way, and moments are lived for today;
Weeping to heal, laughing to love, a voice for the child lost long ago.
A heart to share, a life to live full, once imprisoned by fate, chains fall fast;
A lakeside to listen to newfound ambitions, a universe of complexity slows.

A glance now and then to what once held me tight, a wonder of what might have been;
An abyss of chances to go back and find, what I could have chosen to pass by.
But the who and what I’ve grown to today, holds firm and reminds me what was;
Is how I became the woman I am, it’s not worth the risk to deny.

As the poet once penned, “I’ve taken the road less traveled,” and by far that’s true;
For without who I was and without where I’ve been, without the choices I’ve made,
Would I have the loves in my life and the spirit, would I have the children who died?
Would I? Could I? Not questions for me, for I have and I can and I’ve paid.

So as time continues to weaken the flesh, time also strengthens the soul;
Yesterday but a memory, though lessons have been cruel and still sting.
No regrets we lay down by looking behind, no power by looking ahead;
For today is beholding and passing us by, today is the song we must sing.

So long as breaths draw and so long as hearts beat, this day demands to be lived;
The circle of love stands the test of time, overcomes the doubt and the sorrow.
Let death sing its song for this child sings her own, no longer a silent victim in chains;
I’ll live for sanctity of only today and death you may kiss me tomorrow.

Copyright 2005-2008 CZF

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