Death’s Premise

Death is full of life’s unknown measure

In every capacity as it spins, twirls, and revolves

It moves toward an eternal and supposed fulfillment of treasure

To which we will decidedly move and slowly evolve.

We are ever grasping for the brightest light

As eternity looms ahead. Unknown and unbidden

It lingers before our eyes and ears, resplendent in short sight

Of yearnings held deep within our hearts, and many are prewritten.

Shall we move ever onward toward its source,

Feigning an awareness of the encroaching unknown

And lightly traverse along the less traveled course

And with encroaching fear that we’ll reap what has been sown?

Fear nor end may be a thing that seeks to capture and hold us

As we move endlessly toward the surfacing yonder light;

Instead, it may be a peace and surety of nature that combusts

To hold us within a lightly veiled awareness of our plight.

So fear not the newness of death and eternity’s lingering

For in death, we move onward to find the final phase

Our course may end with visual beauty and bells ringing

As our life’s achievements abound within the sun’s rays.

Life will begin anew with bursts of color and bright lights

Toward another chance to begin again, achieve a new start

Allowing us opportunity to make what was wrong now right

As with glee, we soar to new heights and reach for the stars.

Eternity is a quest, an endeavor, and a choice for many

But death will encompass each man within its core.

Let’s hope that for all there remains a vast array of plenty

To enrich our lives with splendor and glory unlike before.