[written in Austin, USA]
At the end of the my life,
I learned to cry,
yet I never do...
I awoke into a silent void,
no sound, no sight, no sense,
I think it was to scare me,
yet I was unphased,
In my life I always was true,
my only value,
was against hypocrisy,
is any of its forms,
sworn off was I from heaven,
yet I'd never play for hell,
nor was a third party my home,
At the end of my life,
I learned to cry,
yet I can not...
A soft voice comes from the dark,
"I am glad to see you,
awake from from your slumber,
so that I may introduce myself,
as an agent of good,
I am an angel..."
So why do you approach me now?
"In your life,
you never aligned yourself,
and now I am here to guide you"
Far from me you've been all the years,
failed have you to ever lead me,
no allegiance have I ever pledged,
my last words were not a prayer,
they were to say goodbye.
"But your life was honorable,
you had no need of us,
you had strength,
and your message was our own..."
My message was not yours,
I taught tolerance and respect,
I allowed the world to see,
beyond the forces of good and evil!
"And now in the comfort of his arms,
we are able to reward you,
by welcoming you,
into our kingdom."
A kingdom is lead by a king,
the name implies some ruler,
and never would I exchange,
all that I gained in life,
to be ruled by the likes of you.
"I do not understand,
you choose to live in the dark,
never to see again,
never to smell flowers,
never to feel grass in your hands,
why do you want that?"
That is life,
and I have finished mine.
The soft voice responds not,
and I could sense its withdrawal,
At the end of my life,
I learned to cry,
yet I shall not.
And a harsh voice booms from the shadows,
"I am more perplexed than he,
your desire not for peace,
is one for pain."
After I sigh I reply,
I never said I wished not for peace,
and certainly would I not,
wish that war be upon me,
but I take you not for a fool,
that I suppose now,
your argument shall torment me.
"There shall be nothing like that,
I have many things to do,
not a moment will I waste,
on a creature like you."
Then may I laugh at you,
such logic will fail here,
a history of lies like the others,
sense now holds no water,
so listen to what you spoke,
and leave me to be.
And I could sense,
the presence remained,
but did not speak,
then after a while,
it returned to the dark,
So here I remain,
in a void,
ever peaceful,
yet still not for me,
A third presence arrives,
but it speaks not a word.
I ask it, a question of,
if I stay now,
can I leave later?
The presence responds not,
well not in words but in feeling.
And I thank it now,
I dserve the rest,
but I will move on,
once I feel free.
And the third bows out,
to be one with the dark again.
At the end of my life,
I learned to cry,
and all the tears of life now spill from me.
As I wipe away the final tear,
after what may have been a thousand years,
I am still unable to see,
and unable to hear anything,
so I lie back again,
and fall into peaceful slumber.
And the darkness fades around me...