This Side of Armageddon
This side of Armageddon - Stormwolf
One day soon, the clocks will stop
but we shall go on, regardless.
Forging new beginnings and
sharing restless dreams.
I walk by the river often,
where nobody goes alone
and whisper your name to the wind.
For I have to share
what makes my heart glad.
I shall be there by evening
breathless, just in time
to catch the golden fire
of the sun going down
for the very last time
and hear the distant owl
in the neighbouring trees.
So all is well…
Sing me a song
and I will hold your gaze
and your hand to my face.
We’ll share some fine wine
and good verse.
I will lie in your arms
and kiss you into
~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
© stormwolf 2023
A very noble way to move from this to the other side of armageddon.
Thanks for reading and commenting Bhi. I could not think of a better way to leave this earth. The last line is a play on words of course.
There are varying interpretations of what The Rapture is but that rapture is beyond dispute.
very nice, emotional and courageous message here, a steadfast resolution.
Thank you Nic. One of the cruellest tortures of this plandemic is the denial of human interaction with loved ones.
When all else is seemingly lost, love remains.
So great to hear you reading this lovely piece you wrote. What we take for granted until someone or circumstances tries to end it for us. The way your poem faces it is what I would chose.
So nice to see you back. Yes, now our feckless government has put us all on total lockdown which is going to cause massive suicides and no doubt murders too.
Christmas has been ruined.
I’m away to find someone to kiss me into the rapture! lol
Merry Christmas anyway.
This is such an evocative and beautifully written poem, Alison. Oh, the rapture, the rapture, the rapture! Deserving of the nib, I feel.
Aww many thanks Allen. So nice to know a poem was appreciated.
Well, now we are all on lockdown with seemingly with no end in sight, I could not care less if Planet X was hurtling through space towards us lol At least it would be quick!
Merry Christmas to you and yours
Oh yes… I’ve never been driven to pen anything this beautiful, ma dear. It is you at your absolute best; gently shaped by Khayyam, if I’m not mistaken. I would also have nibbled this, though I do intend to secrete it amongst my favourites…
Ah yes! You are spot on. The man this poem was written for was both a musician and a poet. When we came to the woods as the sun was going down, I thought of old Kayyam and what he considered paradise. It seemed a good idea to me too. 🙂
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
“Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse – and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.”
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam