In the dead of the night
I wake up with a start
to check if He is there nearby
‘is it time to go?’
ask I eager to pack my bags
‘not yet my love’ says He
‘when it is time, I will let you know’.
‘Life snatched me away from you
pushed you into pain and misery
I know your searching for me
I know your love pure and true
You are mine forever, remember
Life cannot part us from one another
I shall reclaim you for once and for all
With such promise
there was no room for doubt
I was at ease and we were in peace.
His words were kind
His tone soothing
I slept blissfully
knowing how eagerly He kept His watch
over me catching my forty winks
our temporary connect
our time of freedom from fetters
so it was
He & I
some call Him death
I call Him love!
PS: The tussle between death & life! Of loving death!
3 responses to “I call him love!”
Great
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Unusual perspective. One of the benefits of art–it makes me rethink
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Thanks Albert
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