Her soul finally took its liberty,
The bodily bondage gripped with head, shoulder and the knee,
Death seemed to be the only key
That embraced mortals with eternity.
She’s gone now,
No monument of words and vows
Could fill the hollow
And her final sigh was her taking the bow.
Life had entertained her,
The tales she told proved her domineer,
A balanced being- kind and austere
A person I adored calling her grandmother.
It has been ages since her departure,
But why haven’t my lines spoken of her?
She used to live on this sphere,
Very much like you and me, thinking she had forever.
This of course, was the half- truth,
Our death isn’t the reason of birth,
Condemned maybe we to earth,
But our soul is more than worldy worth.
There’s this day which you ought to know,
Like me you’ve lost someone you loved…so here I go,
Do not judge for the words take turn,
Listen to my lines for life returns.
Not exactly the way you think,
But clouds turn silver and skies go pink.
His eternal grace draped in orange,
Stands imperial looking down the heavenly range.
This day the blessed spirits visit,
The place they used to call home, whilst.
Dressed in the finest silks of heaven
The only day when heaven lies open.
The home made holy with burning incense,
The incense made holier with their presence.
Close to the heavens driven by angels, they weave
The breach made my Adam and Eve.
The limited time they get from above,
To visit the worldly ties and proclaim their love
She told me too, forever does not consist of adieu
Because love once shared is always true.
With that said, she prayed and blessed
My tiny home without her addressed.
Her being in ethereal raiment
Became one with the earthly element.
Suddenly the earth seemed like earth,
Place for death and no spiritual rebirth.
But the fragrance of the incense
Lingered to deliver the sense.
I woke up then, it was all a dream,
It felt all so real, it couldn’t have been!
I had known something I had never known
That death is the darkness before the dawn.