Reincarnation

Reincarnation – Rendo 12/2010

Off Den gal Road, on sunset nights,

Along the beach, run boys with kites.

As a land breeze gusts to raise them all,

Marshmallow fires burn against sea walls.

When darkness comes, and the breeze subsides

few remain to watch the tides.

The waves smash loudly against the rock,

Smothering the sound of the bell tower clock.

When the sound did cease and I fall to sleep,

Ocean waves crashed nearby my feet.

Mist, in time, wets down my hair,

And the blowing sands will soon hide me there.

Half hidden by seaweed, left by the sea,

Lies my body half covered by oceans greenery.

With my gasping breath, and half opened eyes,

I again awake, to a star covered skies.

Soon my sleep grew deeper, with each new breath,

'Twas then I dreamt of this previous death:

I was a ship's captain, of this ship made of wood,

When my life flashed before me, both the bad and the good.

While a storm crashed around me, like none I have seen,

and the crew feared our sinking, from the winds, unforeseen.

It was upon the quarterdeck that I was standing tall

that I heard the mast crack, and witnessed its fall.

My ship filled with water, it was barely afloat,

I stood, unmoved and unbuttoned my coat.

The gale grew worse, and I cursed the storm.

Yet upon my lips a smile appeared,

and my heart began to warm.

“So now do I see my life's near end?”

(This thought did cross my mind.)

But I showed no fear and did not see,

The oceans rise behind.

No fear came upon me, as I yelled to the crew:

Save yourself men! (As I'm sure you will do!)

I'll go down with my ship, and most captain's will;

Then, a wave struck so hard, I lost hold of the till.

An enormous wave appeared 'for my eyes

and swept me into the sea.

The water pulled me underneath,

for what seemed eternity.

There was a time, I did rise for air,

only to see my ship go down.

This is the end, I thought again,

I fear I soon will drown.

As my body slipped under the waves,

I gave up my struggle for life.

And my world went black, as the wind blew on,

for me, there was no struggle or strife.

Twas all I could remember of this fateful day,

except of a light that drew me near.

A beautiful light that pulled me up,

towards a future I did not fear.

My life and my deeds flashed before my eyes,

reviewing all I had ever done.

And the light drew me near, caressing my soul,

with rays as warm as the sun.

As I was called forthwith, my ancestors I did see:

my family, my mother and father.

They comforted me then and held me above

that nights disquieting water.

Soon an angel appeared and whispered these words:

“Will you stay or return home, yonder?”

“It's your choice, to return, if you wish,

If so, there is no need to go father.”

When I turned to look back, I could see myself lying

on the beach of Den Gaul Bay.

But one thing I knew not, was the condition, my lot,

where I lay 'neath the sea weed that day.

I spoke just one word, to the angel that day

and the word , all soon, would learn.

From my lips came the sound, heard by those all around,

and the word, I spoke, was “Return!”.

It was time I did return, to my home and my land

that was a gift to me, from that angel.

So, I lifted my head from that cool seaweed bed,

and walked home to my land in Bach-hagel.

'Tis the last of it, I can remember, of this story so sad,

thinking back, with amazement, of this, I am glad.

I no longer fear death, like most of my friends,

For now I am certain, that life never ends.