O Comes D’eath

A whirlwind life is

As we ride the cold and warm fronts

From then ‘til we are just a little closer 

To earth’s homely mantle. 

O comes d’eath

The fear of man that holds one back

From living a life as we know her silence

To be as a burnt out like a candle’s dying wick. 

Melted wax, a patina’d bronze candlestick

Runneth over ‘til we all find ourselves 

Staring at d’eath in the ultramarine 

Eyes of an angel of up or down ready to be handled. 

O comes d’eath

A novella is all we are in the almost non-existent blink of 

Mother earths eyes cradling and whispering

Us along to heaven or a burnt sienna hell. 

Trust’n choices faintly

For ventures should be excitement but

Not fear and a cadence of restraint but

In thoughtless instinct and a love landed. 

O comes d’eath

Run with the moons and the rotation

Of the big green’n blue marbles and moon

And do it without being frightfully Candid. 

O comes d’eath for us all.