When Death Returns

When Death Returns
© Surazeus
2017 07 06

I sit on the mountain and sing of death
while tuning the spirit of conscious breath
to weave my dreams in sharp rays of sunlight
that lift my mind on fancy wings of flight.

I sit on the sea beach and laugh at time
while twanging the atoms of ringing rhyme
to tune my brain with principles of truth
so I can play the noble savior sleuth.

I gaze inside bright television eye
and see no bounds define the swirling sky
so when I stand on cliff of aching hope
I will expand perception to full scope.

When death returns from weird infinity
to teach me secret of true liberty
I walk into vast swirling sea of time
so I merge back in conscious stew of slime.