Poem: Jackal at the Gates

[kiya]

You fear to speak what rests upon your heart
As if the past is root to some decay
A feather's condemnation of the part
Unborne, unwritten, never forth by day.
What was has been, what is is yet to come
That was must pass is cause enough for grief
But morning's voices will be ever dumb
If morrow's burnt to buy today's relief.
They say such endings come but once a life --
They say, though those who say are wrong --
In every transformation lies the strife
Of Phoenix flaming out to renew song.
You live through ending with each taken breath.
Come, take my hand, and have no fear of death.

Comments

[meryatem.livejournal.com]

I love your plushie icon. It makes me smile every time I see it. :)

[kiya]

There's something very comforting about a fuzzy Anpw. :)

[luellon.livejournal.com]

Wow. What a beautiful poem!