Portrait of Afterlife
I feel like I am being painted
Most of all I feel like I am in the die of time
The beauty of all is done and there is no one left to see you moving
Moving through the animation of love laughing
Yes, love laughing with the pain of embraced honesty
I feel like I am being brushed and stroked alive
All to rest as a canvas can only open whispers through the impossible now
Here you are still talking into alone as the spirits do
To prove nothing is more important as the dreams that give life away
Will
You
Picture
I am gone to stay
© Copyright July 25th, 2011 C.C. Arshagra
Comments
So speaks…wonderful write:)
wonderful writing
Really thoughtful piece.
Congratulations! Featured July 29 2011. Wonderfully written!
Excellent
There certainly are many pictures in this me thinks.
A look at the undercurrents of living and being painted by our breath of life….and understanding the difference of the breath of no more perhaps….
What a huge pleasure it is am seeing you after so long , my wise friend I missed you !
A flower is placed in a book and after years only dry bones are left …
So will appear humble me a picture , scathe , half torn , dim shade …scant feel of dreams sans sense !