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
---
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.
---
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
