Head to the light
That seems the advice
But no-one’s come back
To say that way is nice
Don’t worry right now
About what you will do
Whatever comes after
Is not up to you
But when the time comes
After one final breath
You’ll merge with the cosmos
That’s not really death.
As silent frosts and gentle snow
Bid ‘sleep still’ to plants below
Winds at shivering branches tear
Threatening any that above ground dare
Icy cold, seeds wait their turn
To know what fate they are to learn
When Winter deigns to loose its grasp
As feeble shoots feint sunlight clasp
Then urgent as the days grow longer
Frenzied growth forever stronger
Through warming soil, tendrils searching
Stalk and leaves now skyward lurching
Green hued cells their magic weave
Creating starch, apart do cleave
In answer to Spring’s gleeful call
Across the earth new life will sprawl
‘Till basking in our young star’s rays
Countless flowers their heads do raise
Grasses nod, caressing the breeze
Pollen gathered by dutiful bees
The Summer months bring endless days
Fields, gardens, pastures, bright-cloaked in haze
With lengthening shadows soon to cast
The signal that this cannot last
Ripening fruits fill hedge and vine
Quick gathered in to make new wine
Nature’s harvest garnered and stored
Planet-bequeathed life-giving hoard
Leaves slowly rust in amber shades
And drop to lie in Autumn glades
A last joyful scent of this year’s roses
Then, once again the cycle closes.
Only fools gravely utter
in their final croaking stutter
to those around the hushed deathbed
words and phrases best left unsaid.
Ere the cosmos clock’s first soundless tick
What ephemeral force might, knowing, quick
Call space, time and matter into being
From nought that is, we now are seeing
No corporeal hand did our world form
But flotsam from a primordial storm
And, if that, what then was there before
To will into existence new physical law
Cause stars and planets to outward flee
Some vectored origin that may not be
What vacuum do galaxies seek to fill
Time’s unknown boundaries testing still
Earthly minds can ne’er full hold
Understanding of creation’s mould
Except to note without illusion
Negative truths cannot be proven.
Which words right tell this mortal state
Philosophy so poorly defined
Eons’ wisdom may accumulate
But where ‘soul’ or even ‘mind’
What part of me might know with proof
Through inward looking eye
Objective fundamental truth
About the reason why.
I am me and you are you
Together we are more than two.
If you discover some earthly treasure
Not harming others, but giving you pleasure
A painting, red wine, a lover’s kiss
A parachute jump into the abyss
Firing neurons and sparking emotions
Savour the moment, relish sensations
Westward crawling, sneaking
Stealing distant stars and galaxies
Summoning birds from their roosts
Commanded to herald the dawn
Half heard on slow shifting air
The sound near real,
but dimming against the growing chorus
And stirring clatter of movement
Night sighs and succumbs
Pulling dreams and fears
Under its dark cloak
Harboured against the bold tide of day.
Music can make you happy
Or sometimes make you sad
Pulling your soul without trying
No conscience, good or bad
Whatever your mood to begin with
Drink and company do play their part
But notes that have been chosen carefully
Have the biggest effect on your heart.
School missed, sadly
Benefit tied, shamefully
Work shy, woefully
Bleak prospects, inevitably
Silver spooned, luckily
Hurrah Henry, socially
Well educated, thankfully
Good connections, family.
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