Sabre Tooth Sky

Today was not for dying,
no shadow man or beast
gained a drop of blood,
no rigid varnish stained a soul.
Death forgotten in Death,
this day was not for dying.

Rest now in your Lavender bed,
untouched by hooded lights.
Settle like a cwtch
and shake away the peppered bone
that chains us to our sin and sorrow.
The dangerous art of life
left far behind.
Today was not for dying.

Turn from blackening.
The raven has no calling
to your song,
no red in blood or coals
have purchase on your delight.
Step quickly into Saphire fields,
this day was not for dying.

A greater part of Love
again sheds its mad flesh,
dropping muscled furies like anchors
into a gentle froth.
Smile from your scrolled seat
as serpents and sores are banished
to mortal print.
Death was never near.
Today was not for dying...

@Steven Francis poems 2008


For my Mother, Susan Francis

Life has never been Lived as full as yours.