Sunday, April 1, 2018


That I think of life as death and death as life
is a secret held close from the common.

And you might think me inside out and backwards
in that brief moment of your discerning.

But that's okay my short-time friend
the mortal soul knows its calling.

And I will hold your hand and lead you from here
As you allow yourself to untether.

Where edges of the world bleed into focus
and tears are shed for the smallest beauty.

Life and death betray a spectrum
of a love story unending.

A NaPoWriMo prompt -

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