Into the black hole heaven of heart
You will go, when death comes beckoning.
In the hidden vortex of no-time,
Unknown colors await your discovery;
Never heard before music notes will chime.
Safe from the world, you'll live aside,
Where everything's a flowing-backwards tide.
A very philosophical write expressed through moving imagery. The title and the use of the terms Black Hole, No-time, and vortex almost make my stomach hurt because I imagined movement at light speed backwards into a beating heart! Then I was slowed down by the closing couplet and felt more comfortable. I haven't read of death being expressed in quite this way. I found this very interesting. None of us 'knows' what death will be like, but unknown notes and colors are enticing and comforting. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pamela says philosophical. no wonder i don't get it. :) bri