Isn't it about time that the depth of love revealed

 be strangled for the sake of a time that is right,

as life within itself is bounteous and sanctified with

the riches of peace, that makes me believe

the thoughts of eternity will bring a new beginning?

The brightness of the day brings the stinging of pain and grief of the  

dying soul, that inticipates love beyond its capacity for a new life.

Why shouldn't the thoughts of euphoric moments in a new life be

combined with perpetual love?

The extremities and complexities of a begged transformation

speak nothing about the ending of life, which is enormously miserable

and concoctiously evil, inevitably to think of a new life, the afterlife, in its

exquisiteness of love and peace is possible,

so why shouldn't it just wait?

Copyright ( Lorna Knox  ( nee Ramsamugh )