BETWEEN DEFINING SHORES
from my book of verse by the same title
Death reigns as brief as the transient night,
The swift dark flutter of shadowed flight
O’er Charon’s stream between the confines caught
Of defining shores of eternal light.
’Tis but dream that screams denial of the sun,
An illusion from some base rumour wrung,
A lie with which to fright the hearts of men
With vicious fears that pick their wits undone.
How much is viewed with awe it scant deserves
That we must take as truth’s most holy word
Some chimera, some mirage built on sand,
Sanctified with signs that say “do not disturb!”
This lie of death we cherish and abhor
And on its shallow lie set so much store,
This blink of closing eyes that grew
In the mind’s eye, ’til it could see no more.
The moving finger etches on its mists
Life’s thread stretched thin o’er the abyss
Where light, a like eternal truth, became
A brief intrusion only on its bliss.
Our candle gutters in the wind of change
That fans its dance but can’t snuff out its flame.
Therein the fleeting shadow of our death winks in,
Winks out but cannot be sustained.
What’s death except the way we end the game
And terminate each cycle of our pain,
The sloughing of this husk of tired flesh,
The slate discarded, a blank slate started new again.
And seeking to forget what passed before,
The catalogue of guilts we now abhor,
We cling to this illusion of one life,
Just passing through, we swear there is no more.
Steve Cook is a native of East Grinstead but is now living in exile in Lingfield, Surrey. He is the author of several works of fiction and non fiction. He also writes for The Liberty Beacon (www.thelibertybeacon.com) and writes and publishes the online satirical newspaper The Daily Scare (http://daily-scare.blogspot.co.uk)