Jolly lost in folly riding trolleys to the duel.. flowers beautiful in purpose one of natures jewels..
mind has to wonder when I lose a friend.. death comes to this gift of life.. life does not come again.. wondering since a child fairy tales don’t say.. anything beyond a writers dream.. set in a play..
Shakespeare.. King.. ‘Lord of Rings’.. words of hope and joy.. when sun shines.. rain.. ocean brine.. perspective comes to toys..
Set out on a quest best to test what we can do.. what is story.. what is fate.. what must be true.. one day when grays.. media says where cast aside..
Death was sitting next to me.. took hold of my pride..
told me he was around before rose on the dew.. told me without malice.. ’round here long time before you’.. said what he had seen through eons passed without count.. watched T Rex.. all kinds of sex.. The Sermon on the Mount’..
said he knew not his origin.. never judged a blame.. said this gift of life always ends the same..
‘I come as Death when summoned.. every life.. species and breed.. every Rose of prizes.. blade of grass.. or mountain weed..
I spoke as the man I am with question of a child.. life a gift of wonder.. how can war run rampant wild?..
he said.. ‘death.. no more breath.. body in a hole.. is meaningless.. in all his time.. he never killed a soul..
voice of his image faded.. as death went to his task.. a place I could not sense.. just stories of death and his mask..
Thought.. ‘The reasons for joy.. peace and happiness are known.. the purpose found in the beauty and intent of a flower are fine example when confusion strikes’.. Peace Tony