Walking Among the Living

Poem

Walking Among the Living

When the lights went out,
Jupiter brightens its moons;
Embraced me with its cold air,
I felt the weakness in me
And air was sucked by the wind
Like a passing breeze that passed,
There was air but no sun,
There is the moon
But there were no stars,
Yet the mind cannot command,
It is nice to be alive,
But dead in a moment,
I dread the cold.
But long for it
In the heat of the night,
I loved to talk
To the  lost souls,
to our elders,
Old friends who I never saw
Again and comrades
In their magnificent
Deadly arms,
Yes, it is fun to wake up
In the bright light
Of the morning and greet
The warm sun
For the coming
Of the new dawn.

August 02, 2011