About the Afterlife

About the Afterlife

The morning life came back to words

And I let the snow from my lashes melt away the tears,

The old and forever young Sun embraced me in the peace of our never forgotten eternity,

And sang the song of Gods as time rushed back into meaning to heal my freezing wounds.

It was only after I had found my purpose and set myself free on the wings of my love,

That I became a true lover of the world, loving you even more than I did in the stories of our beforelife,

During the summers of freedom and poems on the waves.

Now that you became the haven from where my ship could always sail free and return to,

I can sing you again, the kind king of my life, with the same truth and despair that I had always needed

To dive and see clearly in the storms of my pages.