On living till the end of time

Your far forgotten hands and face
Fly past the door, past earthly embrace
Where soul runs it’s sleep-flying dreams aground
And then on past the deep blue refrain we breathe,
Past kisses that could slay the need
Of the missing man’s loneliest journeys.

Moon still makes the old darkness come alive,
And the skies sun-wizened words still left some light;
Enough to brand new eyes of a child,
Or enough for finding dreams of peace
Hidden within a many colored world;
Or reflecting forever-stars, worn on a lapel,
As if living till the end really mattered at all.

Simply Bono Razek
most beautiful write.......

Pendemic
You are the Mistress of mesmerizing imagery that shows depth and meaning. Your excellence awes me.

Patrick McFarland
To quote Woody Allen: “I don’t mind dying. I just don’t want to be there when it happens”. Terrific write Patti. Particularly love the ending. “As if living till the end really mattered at all”. Wow!

MadameGinga
oh my this poem's message is a phantasm of extraodinary imagery so carefully spoken.Your addept use of language creates a palette of brilliant life and light for the reader. (:

narain, jay p.
great penning.

Keith Robinson
Mesmerized, as usual...

carol
awesome patti

Lynda Robson
Excellent penning

Sandra Martyres
A superbly crafted write Patti, with many memorable lines- all in your own unique style

Fay Slimm
What superb phrasing - "where soul runs it's sleep-flying dreams aground" is just one which left me speechless. Grand piece.