If ever I should leave this blackened Earth
Do not despair, but to the heavens look
The brightest blues are my e’er-smiling mirth
On grandest clouds are writ my parting book
Tag: death
326 – a haiku
A man whom oft lies
Focused only on himself
He oft dies alone.
The dark lady
Eyes as black as night
She comes in darkest hour
Whisks away our sight
Performs a service dour
Sometimes she’s too soon
But never is she late
Comes with waxing moon
Before expected date
She builds nightly nest
For victims young and old
Takes us to our rest
In her arms she’ll us hold.
End
A lost weary man
Without family or friends
Did lie down at last
Sonnet 3 – Here, at the Gates
I have not seen you here before today
Here I’ve not been, but hear I of this place
I closed my eyes and here galloped apace
And here ever you now will have to stay.
What? Never can I leave, visit my home?
I’ve not yet said good-bye, nor finishéd
The story I had written in my head
Will I remain undone, astray, alone?
Fair Child, fret not, your story is not o’er,
Those left behind will ever tell your tale;
You have done well–look now to starry veil
And set aside your burdens evermore.
For rest you must, so shed not one more tear
At peace you’ll be forevermore, Child–here.
