Lord Of The Resurgence

On a cliff over the horde
The weary conductor
Directs the blue sapphire trees
He arches his back
Into that part
Of himself that died
Those rings ago

Stunning life out of decay
I guess that is always
The hope
Life after death
Maybe to direct a symphony
Next time
What if there is black rot in the rings

What if you surged into existence
What if fate would have it
That there was no existence
Perhaps just shallow
Reflection
What if happiness eluded
Existence without the sake of