Life After Death

Feeling clearer

than sun’s betrayal,

I still feel

my whispers inside.

I am a woman

with no face,

fleeting shadow

where I once bloomed.

Waking up desolate

where I once roamed,

stumbling across fields

of spellbinding bleakness,

darkened eyes

of no color.

Sheltered and cushioned

from life’s travails,

I finally feel free

and ready to soar.

Pooled in jewels

of liquid chemistry,

wandering in tranquility

through uncharted paths.

Floating blissfully

in unknown world,

circling around

the sleepless moon.

Superficial husk

many miles

down the road,

remembering

life before death.