When even before the dawn
did awaken me as a babe...
Death was light years away
smiling seriously across all time
silently It whispered:
I’ll be seeing you someday
Until then directed He
follow Edgar Allen Poe
to a kingdom by the sea
a promise there is held below
for you and your Annabel Lee
When later the sun arose
in i a wonder child...
watching me as shadow
casting from the moon
quietly Death followed:
I will see you soon
He cooed hush in my young ears
As your fever grows still hotter
just follow Holling’s tears
back into the water
Years later with a lust in the afternoon
reserved only for youth invincible...
Death and i secretly agreed:
if She came just a little closer
O! For certain
i would be freed
Death and i flirted often then, as
we rocked so hard with Dylan Thomas
together we danced wildly in delight
Rage! Rage against the dying of the light!
Middle-aged now
and (of course), divorced...
Death on earth is here
in loss and many lessons
The Reaper sends me blessings
crying me a river with each tear
In evening words that curiously compel
like a balloon on the edge of a knife,
like a husband mourning his late wife
She quotes artist Wes Tyrell:
"Those who fail to see the beauty of Death
are missing the poignancy of life."
Now here i sit and steer
having weathered many storms
from the stern of golden years
know Death in countless forms
Now beckoning me to bed
She is kissing me on the mouth
She is sucking me east and west
She is stroking me north and south
Lo! Heroically i lay claim
(As in George R.R. Martin's Game)
There is only one God!
Her name is Death!
Though She keeps calling us to play
There is only one thing we say
To Death
We say not today!
Embracing then my precious life
as exhaled sweetly through a fife
though merely instrument to Her
smiling at Death i cause a stir
She smiles back by playing me hard
i another marlin baited for the fight
thrashing gleaming in my disregard
flashing silver keen and bright
Death has had me hooked since birth
as all who swim in splashing earth
yet She grants my unspoken wish
as for all time with every fish
Now i landed, weighed and measured
Now i stranded, full and pleasured
Death a man rowing day and night
Death a woman flowing dark and light
Though Death be what we make of It
Ripple or tsunami we each submit
Shuddering warm wet waves until
finally, surrendering, i am still
now just floating in my canoe
enjoying my last breath or two
My Death now as My Life
most colourful and glorious
Leaving every song and strife
to Her aurora borealis
Orange sinking from horizon's sight
deep purple tuning up the night
a red zeppelin's map at last unfurls
how we carved out green new worlds
in the deep tidal blue wake of wonder
with a yellow moon left to ponder
Now rolling over Her
billows of black and white
feeling blessed and grateful
slowly i fade from sight
Death an endless ocean
swallowing the stars and me
now gone this age old longing
for my own sweet Annabel Lee
D’yer Maker?
oh oh baby
every breath i take
every move i make
Always within reach
paddling to the sea
~ paddling to the sea
9.25.2018
Beaver Lake, Ontario, Canada
Poem & Photo © Michael Highstead