A Rapturous Death Poem by Gerry Legister

I sit here alone, feeling the ache in my soul
Thinking of my friends and how life ends.
They are all gone away into the dark world
To what purpose their destiny extends?

Images glow bright and glitter in my head
But those faint beams of light are unclear,
With silent shadows passing over the dead,
Through those memories, I ponder and stare.

At the adventures trampled on this day,
I see them on rapturous clouds in the air,
fleeting vapours glimmering and decay,
beautiful jewels of earth shining somewhere.

A rapturous death hails the reward of the just
Flown into destiny's nest to them unknown.
Their secrets left to lie silent in the dust,
Through all the sphere their spirit may roam.

In my sleep, I see them in brighter dreams,
With only a glimpse of intrigue into paradise.
Prayer transcends all the grievous themes
Removes me from the thrall of sad demise,

Disperse the mist which has blotted the pass,
Their deeds too, outlast my perspective task.
That found the reason in which solemnity dress,
The halo of glory and the dull hoary outcast

I miss their laughter on this mournful crest,
The lore of stories and earthly brittle battles,
But they are happier now and more blest
Retreat to rapturous rest after their escapades.