THE RESURRECTED MAN

They flocked to him,

eager to know

what lay beyond,

what would wait

when the last breath

had been taken.

But he just shook his head,

smiled sadly, some

enormous sorrow

filling his being,

and could not say.

"Lazarus, tell us!"

they demanded.

"Will we live as shadows,

shall we sleep

without dreams?

Tell us!"

"I have no words,

he whispered,"

"to describe life,

I have no words

to describe death.

I, claimed by both,

part of neither."

"My waking hours

are spent among shadows,

my nights

memories of eternal cold.

What is life

and what is death?"

"Are you my last dream,

do I awaken

once again in the tomb,

to life, to death?

Or am I your dream

of shadow and light,

set to live

by the magician's hand?"

28.11.2018