VIII.
Darkness covered and pained limbs quiver
As the world slid away and death's caress
Lifted the soul from a shell, a shiver
Leaving room for what would come to replace
The curtain comes up and the light stabs through
Breaking the silence as feeling returns.
Sensations all overwhelmingly new
A body grows strong and constantly burns.
All seems arcane as if time standing still
Releasing burdens of life grown torpid.
The future is a road each step can kill
And the past is a road each steps sees dead.
The long years ahead will grow and mature
As life seeping through each step is the cure.
© George Galang February, 2001
As the world slid away and death's caress
Lifted the soul from a shell, a shiver
Leaving room for what would come to replace
The curtain comes up and the light stabs through
Breaking the silence as feeling returns.
Sensations all overwhelmingly new
A body grows strong and constantly burns.
All seems arcane as if time standing still
Releasing burdens of life grown torpid.
The future is a road each step can kill
And the past is a road each steps sees dead.
The long years ahead will grow and mature
As life seeping through each step is the cure.
© George Galang February, 2001