Transcend life with words..
May death hold my thoughts of beauty
and words that sang in lilting resound,
and all the love I did aspire,
not lost to dust but chaste, abound,
as beauty’s pleasure in infinite knell,
lives on beyond this mortal shell,
and meaning soar in lives to come,
long after my quill and mind laid down.
Tis not my need or ego’s play,
just a loss for all I’ve learned to say,
and what I’ve felt and witnessed here,
I want full known, the beauty clear,
as life is often harsh in learning,
and we many times close off in fear,
but with my quill I found my heart
and want to share, in love impart.
So I pray when darkness greets my core,
and transform I may to realms unknown,
my passage here in remnants found,
the words my soul did plea,
of all the loves and beauty seen,
from dreams to nature’s prophetic scenes,
of human sad ineptitude,
all in words, in heartfelt verse,
may I glimmer just a little.
Tony DeLorger © 2017