IMMORTAL
One day,
Maybe today,
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe never...
A hand will open a page..
And a pair of eyes will read what you,
Or I have written.
They will nod their heads in that knowing way..
Of agreement.
Then a sigh will escape and...
A brevity of breathy hisses,
Evocative in its short, sweet, sibilant sadness..
You feel the susurration of a promise in the dark that forever begins now..
And ends never!
Even as skeleton fingers wrap sure about the scythe of judgement!
But that is for tomorrow,
When the warm air has billowed from the promise forsaken..
Eternity brooks no promise as..
..as love is ethereal and fleeting to mortals,
While death is only once but forever!
Your only hope being reincarnation is not a myth and surely lights a beacon of hope in the darkness of an unknown tomorrow!
Still..
Gods will always play the joker,
Pull the rug out from underneath our dancing feet..
Then one day,
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe,
A hand will open a page...
Peace
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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Peace. I love the way this poem flows. Sibilant sadness turned into dancing feet. One day.