Dying Poet

Know I will never be an immortal
but I will ever savor infinite,
as the light genitals my eyes natal
with a sun tremble bright nectar kismet.

Pool of child laughter evaporates gloom,
levitates with a joyous renewal,
beyond the adhering habitual tomb,
a lazy love life smile of a wise fool.

A whisper breath string of numberless pearls
pierce the hideous dread momentís death head,
sending a spiral enhance that joy swirls
a shock to humanityís boundless thread.

I cry a bliss only truth can unearth
all life is this, an unending rebirth.