The Majesty Of Death Poem by Jan Sand

The majesty of death
Cannot reign without love.
All power draws its strings
From the intimates of common things
That cross and tie our lives
From day to day, one to another;
The touch, the look, the joy
Of living in a world to share
In happiness and misery.
Time blooms with wondrous insights
That intensify when held in hands
Together.
To feel and know each other=s universe
Weaves a web of mutuality that
When ripped by death
Leaves threads
Swinging in a midnight wind.