Life After Death

Feeling clearer

than sun’s betrayal,

I still feel

his whispers inside.

I am a woman

with no face,

fleeting shadow

where I once bloomed

in the garden

where he now lies.

Waking up desolate

where I once roamed,

stumbling across fields

of spellbinding bleakness,

seeing darkened eyes

of indefinite color.

I finally realize

that he flies free

sheltered and cushioned

from life’s travails.

At last, I can blossom

ready to soar

I know he is

there

waiting for me,

pooled in jewels

of liquid chemistry,

wandering in tranquility

through uncharted paths

floating blissfully

in unknown world,

circling around

the sleepless moon -

superficial husk

many miles

down the road,

remembering

life before death

as I sip his aura

of promise

of life after death.