The life after

It's strange

Far from Graveyard
Touching song of love
As if lullaby
Floating, touching inner soul

Thoughts are strange
Shadows moving
Tombstones are silhouettes
Art of universe.

Lanterns swings
Faint light peeps
Through windows
Owls are watchful.

Shadows are not vampires
Dead corpses never move
Shadows are thoughts of horror
Spilling blood too hot.

Locks are tightly safe
Keys are rusty oldie
Unlocking faint light of hope
To push into world too strange

Reviews

[RomaJ]

I would always have dreams of my death or being in a spiritual, liminal space. I really feel your poem is taking me back to that place. It does feel strange. The strange thing is, the dreams of my death aren't even scary, they just felt strange. This piece resonates with me, in that surreal, strange way of dreams and death.
Roma

[Arundass TP]

Oh! Thank you friend
. Every dream has a meaning.

[Grace Lee]

This entails more on reasons and understanding
most times what we fear ain't really fearsome
it all depends on what we know or we have been thought about

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[red93]

Very interesting Piece ATP, complex and resonant. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, it is strange if this offering is a true picture of the next life. The last verse offers some degree of hope for those passing over, but most of it remains a mystery.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend

[Soren]

The fear of death far worse that the real thing. shadows of the mind where nature is more kind. A lovely write that is a bit haunting and dark. Well done my friend

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Chris Shaw]

Your poem my friend, had me floating. A spirit in the ether, far away from the grave yard and darkness. Far away from the horrors and into the light. I enjoyed the imagery and the new journey.

Chris

[Arundass TP]

Is it true!. May be death is inevitable and mysterious