Cold winds killing the breath of life;
Lands saturated with the bones of the dead.
Pondering the meaning of so much destruction;
Touching the spirits of mindful watchers
Gazing at the signs.
Thieves waiting for the house to empty.
Words buried beneath poignant sensations
Hidden from the living;
Wishing to resurrect sentiments to share
With the deceased.
Death promised the caterpillar its wings.
Sleep stolen in the midst of regrets;
Situations ferried by the unexplained
Within the fog of nightmares.
Remembering her spirit
Leaving without saying “goodbye”.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
Cold winds killing the breath of life;
Lands saturated with the bones of the dead.
Pondering the meaning of so much destruction;
Touching the spirits of mindful watchers
Gazing at the signs.
Thieves waiting for the house to empty.
Words buried beneath poignant sensations
Hidden from the living;
Wishing to resurrect sentiments to share
With the deceased.
Death promised the caterpillar its wings.
Sleep stolen in the midst of regrets;
Situations ferried by the unexplained
Within the fog of nightmares.
Remembering her spirit
Leaving without saying “goodbye”.
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