Resurrection II

Resurrection

 

I stand alone
weathered, dust and bones;
death has long gone
and life is yet to come.
Broken veins standing out,
piercing me deep
yet i feel no pain;
resurrection – it seems but a long rest,
a bait!
Yet i’m not tired to wait;
what else has a dead wood to do,
but wait?

If you find me beautiful,
so i am.
Put me in your doorway,
polish me green,
let me be seen!
I will look at you when I open my eyes again.

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