the dead;
dancing their dances amongst
those still trapped
((our_souls::their_souls))
They remain alive
(though they are gone
where they must remain)inside(by way of) us.
Prisoners within the confines
of an unforgiving oblivion, they SH(to us from no-where)OUT
and arise to our SHO(minds and perception)UT
their humbled, feeble SHOU(please remember)T
a cry far from the threshold of our senses.
a far cry from reality.
but we all live forever (((within)))
though in a different plane(((((we LIVE)))))
I love you too.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 7:05 PM UTC
the dead;
dancing their dances amongst
those still trapped
((our_souls::their_souls))
They remain alive
(though they are gone
where they must remain)inside(by way of) us.
Prisoners within the confines
of an unforgiving oblivion, they SH(to us from no-where)OUT
and arise to our SHO(minds and perception)UT
their humbled, feeble SHOU(please remember)T
a cry far from the threshold of our senses.
a far cry from reality.
but we all live forever (((within)))
though in a different plane(((((we LIVE)))))
I love you too.
A poem written following the death of my mother.
山根尚子(1965-2010)