Reincarnation
Reincarnation
In the morning,
He wakes to birds flying…
And the sun seems to
Smile.
The wind whispers his
Name.
His soul, internal.
His body one.
Life goes on
He wakes to the…
Sun overhead,
warming his cold
Souls.
Feet on foreign fields,
Trying to feel the grass.
In the distance,
Clouds cover the way
The sun starts to hide.
Nothing comes.
Darkness arrives,
The moment is too
Real.
Escape.
Into the woods he runs
When life is on the line,
There is hope,
Pain, inconceivable.
He welcomes it
Born in the dark night,
We all were.
A thought, Nirvana…
He welcomes Death, the void
Emptiness,
Darkness…The sun shine
Hunter Joseph Lyda - 2015
