Poem "sapling II: sprout"

Last night, when the moon was new

I dreamt of Life

He descended from heaven like a god

with raven tipped wings

lawful

fearful

hopeful

He whispered

"I hold in my heart the knowledge of endings.

If you so choose, I will give it to you."

then,

ethereal

lithe

wispy

his skin colder than ice, as

he seductively lent into me

"Weed the garden of seeds

and uproot the saplings of Death

and mortality, will crumble like earth in your hands"

---

He was so confident,

so sure of my answer

but

I just smiled and looked at him.

"I cannot choose you,

for my heart is already given.

Blinding Death is my mistress,

for only she gives freely

the seeds of beginnings."

Knowledge given so easily

is not wisdom at all,

and uprooted sprouts

gives infertile earth

for

From each flower

ignorance would flow

From each root

decay would grow

and each seed

would move the World backwards

one grain at a time

for the knowledge of endings

only take root

in a heart touched by Life

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Despairing

Desperate

Crying

He wrapped me in feathers

and whispered again

"Will you then die in this moment?

Choose wisely again,

and live, live forever, with me."

but I

still smiling

was not tempted at all

for I would choose loving Death

over ice cold Aeons,

over and over again.

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In this World there is

nothing more beautiful

nothing more worth keeping

than the fragility of our lives,

and the knowledge

that only grows when the World moves forward,

one sprout of Death

at a time.

For Mamie