The Final Hour

[tectak]

Dare you loving look on one, such as I?
So that through open words, a bond shall grow,
Betwixt and between dark earth and light sky,
A union to comfort us when we’re old?
Or is it true, what is said of the flesh?this leaves "is" a little high in the accent division I think
Alone we enter this world, warm or chill,and this "this" too? I am being picky, sorry
Being neither damned, no more than we’re blessed,being damned at least no more than blessed
We enter, live, and die, against our will.though I like this,the and-ness of it might benefit thus: We enter, live, depart against our will.
Is there hope then for that final hour?nice ectopic beat on "is". It works
When I lay entomb in this wizened sack, I lost the metronome here but like the line immensely. It is how I imagine the contemporaneous you
Should we meet within the bridal bower,
Would then you be with me as death attacks?
Would you do more than simply hold my hand,
Be my companion also to that land?end on a high or failing that....die

©2012 -Erthona

As a standalone piece it probably ( I cannot judge) just works. But as a piece of erthona it is well up there in the compendium of inward thinking. I have posted my New Age as a comfort to you in your imminent dotage but will receive not a jot of thanks.....ah well, c'est la mort as Abu would not say. Generally and atypically....too short.....but that's life.