THE DEAD WILL RISE AGAIN

 

The feel of autumn's breath brushes cool upon my cheek,

A lover's kiss that's lost its ardor...summer lingers,

An angel of death, it fools with colors orange and red.

I watch, observe the dying...warm breezes giving hope,

And I smile in denial...hold fast the kiss that cools...

I look ahead, it will not last, the winter chill, I say.

Decked out for their last ride...magnificent,

They shout with life that blazes bright before my eyes.

How could this be...that one so full of life should die?

And yet I know the dead will rise and spring will come anew,

It shan't remain... this dying scene before me...

I look ahead, it will not last, the winter chill, I say.

This gown of many colors...how soon it fades,

I'll look upon the nakedness seen unashamed,

For corpses care not the way they're seen adorned.

Soon, I'll feel the frigidness of winter's barren soul,

A lover's kiss at last grown cold...and me in darkness...

I look ahead, it will not last, the winter chill, I say.

In my cocoon, I'll wait...wait for daffodils once more,

Like a lover's kiss returned, I'll feel its warmth upon my cheek,

A corpse no more, I'll look upon new life,

Adorned in green...flowers in rainbow colored gowns,

A lover, who said goodnight and not goodbye, returns...

I look ahead, it will not last, the winter chill, I say.