I Write Poetry

Azrael’s Door

A light flashed the blackened sky,
This very night for me,
Alas I know not what it means.
I walk I walk…. the wandering me.

The brook it rises above its banks,
Water roars as far as you see.
Amidst the chaos and flotsam still.
I swim I swim…. the wandering me.

The falcon soars in search of its prey,
Above the stony quay,
In turbulent wind I stay my course,
I fly I fly….the wandering me.

The stone faced judge proclaims today,
The toll that is now is my fee,
Lost to the world for evermore,
I cry I cry….the wandering me.

The light shines bright
At Azrael’s door ..is thee,
Life reborn, the bonds are gone.
Anew Anew….the same old me.

Patrick