Funeral
Tears
Fell down
To the greened-pond
Like yesterday’s glistening tuxes
At my own pretentious blued- funeral
Purplish sleeves of embroidered cloak mangled
With thousands of imprinted images from antediluvians
High as the red sky low as the silver waves of forsaken mines
Where on earth could I settle down in a shelter without troublesome mind
Stretching along the tinsels of Christmas trees in a dream full of peripatetic thought
Looking forward to embracing another life of reincarnated flesh painted in white light
Tears
Fell down
To the greened-pond
Like yesterday’s glistening tuxes
At my own pretentious blued- funeral
Purplish sleeves of embroidered cloak mangled
With thousands of imprinted images from antediluvians
High as the red sky low as the silver waves of forsaken mines
Where on earth could I settle down in a shelter without troublesome mind
Stretching along the tinsels of Christmas trees in a dream full of peripatetic thought
Looking forward to embracing another life of reincarnated flesh painted in white light
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
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