The Lancean Specificity
Transcendental Sonnet #1438: Life and Death in Autumn
Autumn is the transcendental season to be
When wind fills trees like sails and turning leaves let go
To sail their one and only voyages past me
To ride the tide of destiny though they must know
How the only way is down from up in a tree
Now turning and returning to the earth below
When though the leaves change then their essences remain
Because this is life as it is and does I see
Completing the cycle and beginning again
Continuing life into immortality
Transcending and bending my perception of death
Life becoming visible suspended in air
Making me appreciate every autumn breath
As each a ghost to mark the moment I was there
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
When wind fills trees like sails and turning leaves let go
To sail their one and only voyages past me
To ride the tide of destiny though they must know
How the only way is down from up in a tree
Now turning and returning to the earth below
When though the leaves change then their essences remain
Because this is life as it is and does I see
Completing the cycle and beginning again
Continuing life into immortality
Transcending and bending my perception of death
Life becoming visible suspended in air
Making me appreciate every autumn breath
As each a ghost to mark the moment I was there
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
