Hand in hand

we, both of us awake
from the blessed sleep
after death’s embrace
the fluids of Heaven’s womb
drain from our eyes and ears
we lie
we look
our breath upon each other
a perfume
we hear, in gentleness,
a sighing soothing cacophony
we smell grass, fresh after a rain
we stand, with lightness of mind
we see, on the green hillside
a throng in white
some turn and beckon
into each others eyes we smile
then run, without flagging
hand in hand
into a welcome of open arms
there is lilting laughter
then a hush of anticipation
from the horizon’s haze we hear
the Overtures
played for eager ears this day
we journey long, without tiring,
for we know what awaits
at the End of Ends.


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