Grievous,
is the sight of wilted rose.
Petals fall from grace
upon an army of life,
rank and file,
row after row.
No soul, no heart
can escape the cycle we see.
Paper doves fold into themselves,
or so it does seem.
Yet, before the loss settles,
before a life gone is laid bare
angels dive down from the heavens,
hitching rides on momentary whirlwinds;
a force conjured by hearts of days gone.
On single-saved breaths,
they whisper words of reassurance
with lips pressed to ear,
so that their message will resonate
through booming notes of song,
reflective of their gravity.
Alluding to a plane beyond the cycle,
an existence not to be seen,
but to be felt
and known in absoluteness.
And as breath slows,
and the body returns to stillness,
the soul stirs.
For tomorrow and the day next,
I forecast hordes of grey clouds
intent on conquest of light.
But they can only hope
to cover heaven’s beams for a time.
For those who’ve known love,
light is everlasting
in both heart and mind.
As echoes of those past scatter,
and in luminescence,
take body and sprawl confidently
across the sky.
Driven by undying connection,
the souls of the departed lock arms;
to hug
and to shield.
Nov 3, 2022
Nov 3, 2022 at 10:51 PM UTC
Grievous,
is the sight of wilted rose.
Petals fall from grace
upon an army of life,
rank and file,
row after row.
No soul, no heart
can escape the cycle we see.
Paper doves fold into themselves,
or so it does seem.
Yet, before the loss settles,
before a life gone is laid bare
angels dive down from the heavens,
hitching rides on momentary whirlwinds;
a force conjured by hearts of days gone.
On single-saved breaths,
they whisper words of reassurance
with lips pressed to ear,
so that their message will resonate
through booming notes of song,
reflective of their gravity.
Alluding to a plane beyond the cycle,
an existence not to be seen,
but to be felt
and known in absoluteness.
And as breath slows,
and the body returns to stillness,
the soul stirs.
For tomorrow and the day next,
I forecast hordes of grey clouds
intent on conquest of light.
But they can only hope
to cover heaven’s beams for a time.
For those who’ve known love,
light is everlasting
in both heart and mind.
As echoes of those past scatter,
and in luminescence,
take body and sprawl confidently
across the sky.
Driven by undying connection,
the souls of the departed lock arms;
to hug
and to shield.
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