Senryu: I Will Meet You Then
©2012, Olan L. Smith
Hypnopompia,
Time when birds begin chirping;
I will meet you then.
The earth quakes when I
See you stand in my bedroom
Door waiting embrace.
The lilies sing of
Our love, divinely given
Us to sip and eat.
Bulls are awaiting
Sacrifice, ornate altars
Brings us a pleasure
Here seraphs greet us
In waken-sleep actually
Lying in the dirt,
Biological
Earthen shells we consciously
Animate animals,
Bipeds self-aware,
Shells our home until rebirth;
Yet, presently clay.
Flesh turns to ashes;
Ashes scatter in the wind;
Spirits star ward bound.
Photo credit: Olan L. Smith, c. 2004 OSP
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Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith
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