Galactic Equator: A Collection of Poems

Existential

Far over the Northern mountain range,

Mournful through decades of history,

That is, in the past because the present they do not live,

There is a congregation of roaming souls,

Desires, sins, and happiness that once walked our globe,

But now seeming only to float, hovering above us all,

Yet still they are not the angels we seek in the heavens,

These are those that came before us that watch over us now,

Only that is all they can do--watch,

For they can not guide us because the dead did not guide them,

But there they exist now--a limbo of nothingness yet full of every bit of every thing,

Confusing this may be but for a moment wont you think,

Wont you sink into this space of living after life,

Where we all gather together, smiling and crying because slowly we realize,

Days after days that we waste doing nothing as if immortal,

Stopping so often yet never frozen in appreciation of what surrounds us all;

Even as tough as the rough becomes we still close our eyes at night in hopes of rising with the sun,

And when the pain is no more once the new day has begun,

Why is it still so few of us pause to inhale it all,

All the while fearing not the end but the transition that is death,

This place that hovers over life and the greatest escape from the latter's strife?

Someday you and I will meet each other here,

And to the living we will judge and ask these things,

That, yet, in only death do the answers become clear.