Song Of Death and Resurrection

A hush befalls the song of night

Chaotically ripping through the rhythm with its silence

A whisper of silk crashing about my feet

A touch that softens the defenses

Shaped by this self created guardian

A solitary breath hanging on a current of midair

All that delays my transpiring surrender

The last will of my once titanium resistance

Slips away into the penetration of gazing eyes

Soaring into the vastness of nothing and everything

Wicked reckless abandonment of reason

For a will of force greater than its own consequence

Urgent in the release of this destined transcendence

Moving from subtle awareness to profound consumption

The tautly drawn cord of anticipation snaps

Sending me reeling into a burst of flame and smoke

Death and recreation built into the passing of seconds

As I reemerge a lyric sung in predawn’s wake