A romantic thought of death is to believe their the ones alive
Although we embrace the living perhaps we are the ones with covered eyes
I pondered on this notion during my peaceful walks through hell
Aligned with rusting treasures thrown from foolish wishing wells
Considerately it comforts me with a temporary escape
Deep within meditation I elevate my mind beyond my grave
Giving a life unto the ghost inside of this hollow shell
While the living say to cast the dead to rot amongst themselves
But I believe death has the potential to become one with perfect light
Slowly removing darkness until we ascend into new heights
Although at times it may be difficult and sometimes filled with pain
Those who have endured will prevail eternally inside of grace
So as life is like dirty water and within the depth of all its murk
I am the lotus flower reborn, cleansed, and free of dirt
While the world around me is muddy, dismal, harsh, and filled with gloom
I will achieve enlightenment and beneath the sun my soul shall forever bloom

~ JJF ~