Life After
Dead metaphors
wisps
with rustling sighs
Ghostly emblems
blowing through
the graveyard of life
Rubbing away
engravings
from cobblestone
and crypt
where etching rains
pooled, drained
in memory
I'd rake them in
the common heap
of reason
in its dying season
Jump in, bury myself
gladly—
Not today
Rubbing away
my fingerprints
they whirl and drift
sever me from
kinesthetic reality
They spin and rise
draw my eyes to
deepening skies
I watch all
their meaning
flesh out alive
with promise
of Him
whom I'll see
Someday
Dead metaphors, risen
waifs, found
sifting through
the graveyard
Erasing stains
of tears and touch
Opening tombs
Rubbing away
the line between
Eternity and years
Dead metaphors
wisps
with rustling sighs
Ghostly emblems
blowing through
the graveyard of life
Rubbing away
engravings
from cobblestone
and crypt
where etching rains
pooled, drained
in memory
I'd rake them in
the common heap
of reason
in its dying season
Jump in, bury myself
gladly—
Not today
Rubbing away
my fingerprints
they whirl and drift
sever me from
kinesthetic reality
They spin and rise
draw my eyes to
deepening skies
I watch all
their meaning
flesh out alive
with promise
of Him
whom I'll see
Someday
Dead metaphors, risen
waifs, found
sifting through
the graveyard
Erasing stains
of tears and touch
Opening tombs
Rubbing away
the line between
Eternity and years