When Death Postulates
Daunting spirits bump into one another in the night
For cause and effect in regards are meaningful insights.
Time has never been a problem for your swarthy soul,
As you were one so suave and in imminent control.
Oddly enough, meeting you again beyond time
Goes past a measure and over the borderline.
It appears to me that your true self now shows
But forgive the intrusion while I superimpose
My thoughts and actions in another place and plane
For my rudeness and supposition is most inhumane.
You know that Willow could never please her daddy,
Who oftentimes used to overindulge in bottles of brandy.
And that’s why nobody can ever please Willow
Who saved those tears until the privacy of her pillow.
And yet her pugilistic nature took hold
In the ways of the wind, so uncontrolled.
And then I watch over my dear sister as I can
But the missing wisdom of dear Solomon
Goes beyond what little sense I possess
And my untimely death dissuades me, nonetheless.
In her own way she feels responsible for my demise
And continues to beat herself up and sensationalize
What little sense is left of the summer nights,
And how she lived those terrible lies.
And here we are, two sunken ships in the night
Afraid of cobwebs and other beings never to reunite
With what’s left of our families once again
But what’s a part of life we still try to maintain
Ties with life even though we’ve left that state
Incapable of what we might have become or postulate
How to save ourselves from the fate of the accident
Could unseemingly, and in confusion misrepresent
How we became separated in finality. Then I question
Through insidious misimpression
How we stumbled upon each other once again
But through death, must our current lives be arcane?