Everything is You

by ddavidd   Nov 10, 2017


Now
everything is you.
Whenever birds belt out their florid lure
I think of you.
Wherever sun glitters in the river,
wherever water springs,
leaking crystal clarity,
whenever rain
crystalize in the sky's chandelier
and bows,
whenever blossoms inflame windows
whenever roses bloom in my blood,
I think of you.

Your death is alive.
It is everywhere:
it is in the carcass of substance,
from the birth of each seed,
excavating in every chrysalis,
to
the wuthering heights
of distance and dissolution.

Your death is everywhere.
Your death is the voice reeds
spreading
the tune of passion,
the voice of man.

Your death
is the instrument you made with your life,
is the vastness
you unwind in you dying bed.
Your death
is the survival of your music.
Your death is me,
your son!

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  • 1 week ago

    by C J T

    this is worded excellently. in darkness and greif, the sadness in this is powerful. I am so sorry for your loss! ..but a beautiful piece.

  • 1 week ago

    by Michael

    Very powerful piece dd.

    A thread of darkness running through, right until the end. Which it really is

    Michael :)

  • 1 week ago

    by mossgirl19

    'Your death is everywhere.
    Your death is the voice reeds
    spreading
    the tune of passion,
    the voice of man.'

    This verse is my favorite, so much depth in it. I understand what you feel.

  • 1 week ago

    by Brenda

    Frank, I'm at a loss, so well done-

  • 1 week ago

    by Maple Tree

    Oh my heart

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