My Realization.

Lying here sleepless.
With eyelids half closed.
The morning threatens light.
Ah yes, it's one of those.

With thoughts dancing with each other.
A tango here and there.
Then a morbid thought strikes me.
Like a deathly paling stare.

She hides behind the tangles
Of blackened deadly silk
These eyes that pop out toward me
It's the worst I've ever felt.

Then I wonder where the ghosts go.
Do they ever leave?
Do they ever wander?
Do they watch me?

My mind begins to ponder.
The after-life and this.
What happens then and now?
After and before the deathly kiss?

I start to miss my loved ones.
For the dead I've always known,
Will never say good bye
And they'll never come back home

But then the tango recommences
As thoughts adjoined and new
A realization hits me
Ah! And I will share with you:

Fear not for the life before
Nor after--nor the next!
For this current state of presence
Will always be our best


And though it may seem rather daunting
--The ever pressed unknown--
There will always be a wanting
For the things we'll never know


Now here it comes--the best part!
And now my dread has ridden
Death is only a concept.  
A concept of the living.