Resurrection - 3 Mar 2020

Five days in a week make a living
Out of it and then depart, take a break
Detach, reassess and mend what is broken
Let's say every thing is done, for better for worse
Five chances won, five lessons learnt, five
Months to hold another situation, bold, vibration
On the frequency of joy, perpetual bliss
Is illusion, but do not avoid all the grief
That comes with the package, and don't fail
To achieve your dreams, throw the garbage
As soon as it leaks, out of your eyes tears
Drain, drought brought by the absence of rain
Of heavenly waters, divine incarnations in slumber,
Once we forget to perceive our souls, and compassion
Drives sorrow on the river of Styx, call forth Ibliss
Or Azrael if you'd like, djinn chiefs, demon lords
Or angels despised, their fiery wings burning halos to glow
In the dark, for us, during the nights, smell the fragrance of snow,
The silence of creation in snowdrops, autumn constantly falls
Leaves out of evergreen trees in rainbows of color
Synesthesia I miss and I turn again to wallow
And follow the thread of the cosmos in debt
To the story of gods reborn, dead and resurrected in spring
I cry not for the loss, but for the chances I miss.